chanter1944 | 35, eeeeeek!

I'm trying not to stare too hard down the barrel of OMG mortality at this point. So! Today was a deliberate day taken off of work, and it has involved:

*Sleeping in.

*Listening to the 8:00 hour of Wisconsin Public Radio's The Morning Show, which was all about a state-local spice shop, the history of the trade, and spice usage in general.

*Falling back asleep after that show wound up, and waking up at *mumblemumble* hour of the morning, ahem.

*Dashing to catch a bus, missing my first option but catching my just as usable second.

*Making my appointment in plenty of time, and successfully donating a single unit of platelets. :D

*Getting into a lovely conversation with a lady sitting next to me on the bus trip home.

*Ducking into the Overture Center and purchasing a ticket to Plena Libre's show in April eeee! Thank you, World Cafe, for introducing me to them when I was a teenager.

*Buying some fair trade ground coffee, because I was running low, and I much prefer to get the fairly traded stuff when I can find it.

*Petting three different dogs on the way home. Awwww.

*Receiving a QSL card from Radio NHK out of Japan. So very cool!

*Washing dishes, washing hair, trimming nails and sundry, because not everything is glamorous. Heh.

All in all, a pretty decent day, despite the bus scramble. That worked out in the end anyway. ... How the frak am I 35?

Threaded | Flat

hippo birdy two ewes!

puppan petting! yes good.

34, the turn of the century, was an odd age for me... mostly because according to the diagnosis i got at 14.. I ought to be at least crippled if not dead by then.

Still alive. Still not in a wheelchair.