This should have been posted yesterday

I've been toying with the idea of giving up my home health aide for some time now.  Sometimes, Hella just drives me nuts.  She ALWAYS says something to me after I walk into the next room, or after I turn on the water to brush my teeth, or after I turn on the vacuum cleaner.   Along with 72 other irritants.  Yesterday, as I was outside playing Tennis Ball with the Duke, as I came back in, she poked her head out of the patio door and said she was just chatting with one of the other residents, she'd be right with me.  It was 12:30pm, so she was an hour and a half late at that point.  One of the "official" reasons she is here is because I am not supposed to do dishes.  Because the hot/warm water makes my hands number than usual... (what is number than numb?  Is that even possible?) and I can't feel if there's a knife committing murder on my hands or not.  Yea, whatever.

So in my quest to believe I don't need an aide, I washed dishes.  Except I didn't.  Cause I had to stop.  Why?  Cause.  Just because. 

And the bloody slash is cut across the outside edge of the base of the little finger and palm.  Right in the crease.  So I keep re-opening the wound.  Fine.  Whatever. 

There may be something to that The World is Going to Come to An End Because Daylight Savings Time Came Two Weeks Sooner than Normal.  Cause my computer didn't update it's time on it's own.  But you'll be happy to know that the Atomic clock finally updated itself - after I put it in a different location.  Evidently, the magic rays weren't able to reach it where it used to be.   

So. 

Oh, yes, I woke up to hearing this on the Today Show.   Vely, vely interesting, yes?  Should I add it to my list of Reasons to Move to San Francisco?   I didn't exactly plan to put meeting every single man in San Francisco on my agenda. 

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[Friday's Child]

I had to not only move my Atomic clock but had to go through the whole set-up rigamarole again. It took a whole day to catch up.

The ratio in New Orleans is five men to every woman. I wonder why it didn't make the list. LOL Maybe because many of the men aren't even citizens and New Orleans is a mess.

I hope that cut gets better soon. Nothing hurts like a finger cut. I use super glue because bandaids eat my skin. I know, I'm strange.

BTW, I think your home health aide is taking advantage. I hate it when people who are supposed to be helping you just make things worse. *grumble*