Anna writes two letters. Anna feels very proud of this particular accomplishment and would like to Highlight it Especially.
Anna straightens up her room. Surely a valid and worthwhile pursuit. Noteworthy also.
Anna watches an episode of Foyle. Not so highlightable, but more enjoyable than straightening the room and executed concurrently with one of those letters, and increased in Worthwhileness by the latter fact.
Anna gets some money back for a doctor visit last October. Not exactly enough to pay the tuition bills, but one of God's little mercies that reminds Anna that it's not about what she anticipates.
Anna drinks a lot of coffee. Anna is now a little tired of coffee, and will probably consume large quantities of tea tomorrow, since somehow we managed to get snowed in without any cream and tea is better with milk than coffee anyway.
Anna talks to both parents. She needed to talk to one of them again, but forgot in between all the naps and meals and... full schedule.
Anna is very silly. Can we just say that?
Anna also got some good advice on her first few pages of the Currently Writing, which basically means everything that I've written and so proudly advertised in the right hand column needs to be rewritten. I've made a note of the fact and am temporarily ignoring it in favor of not spending six months rewriting the same five pages, which is what I've spent the last six months doing so it's a bit late to prevent it but... another six months shall not go down the drain, at least not on the same five pages. Let's be bold and adventurous, people.
Anna does not go anywhere. The first few twinges of cabin fever are setting in, but hopefully she will at least toddle out to the mailbox tomorrow (overachievement, right?) and maybe around the proverbial block (there aren't actually blocks in this neighborhood, but that's what that word 'proverbial' is there for) and that will be enough for her in the high of fourteen degrees, or whatever great heights the temperatures are supposed to attain tomorrow.
Anna is vaguely funny with a touch of cynicism. See last paragraph.
Anna would write more, but it is now a snow night. Anna goes to bed. G'night.
You got your snow! Does this mean you won't want any from me? :-(
I'm sitting here trying to delay getting ready for work as long as possible in mega hopes of a snow day from work. It could happen, too. Our opening manager is running super late, herself, because of the snow. ;-)
We'll see what happens.
*laughing and boggling hard* You might want to lay off the coffee fot, I d'know, maybe a couple of days. Eeow. *still laughing* introspection grafted to caffeen and a touch of cabin fever probably yields a dangerous sprout. *yes, still laughing* (ow...my side hurts...)
Sorry, lots of typos, but I srsly could not stop laughing.....