Morning, it’s sometime between 2 and 3 in the morning, and I have 33 ounces of hot decaf coffee next to me. I’m bundled up in socks, pajama bottoms, and a sweater. I could be cozy, but I’m freezing my toes off. I’ve finally broken down and added slippers to the grocery list. I can’t keep my feet warm to save them.
I’m currently watching tv on my tablet, and I’ve been studying half the night. With the step study, I want to make sure I have all my ducks in a row. I was reminded by the testimony of one of the people on tv of an old roommate I’d had back in the boozing and using days.
She kept using those words, “We was real”. I heard it on the tablet, and about lost my coffee all over the keyboard. Not choice, to use old slang. It was back in the 1990’s and this female just couldn’t put two and two together and get four.
To make a long story short, she was crazy, and I’m grateful that I don’t live with her anymore.
Meanwhile, I’ve got to get back to work. The books don’t study themselves, and if I want to be real on the step study videos, I have to bone up on the program yet again.
Hugs all,
AnonymousKnitter 