Bored and Surly

Jeez, I'm still in the throes of PMDD Fever. Working at the answering service with a homicidal attitude is not a good idea, but there's on choice at the mo.

Interesting caller of the day: A gentleman called Safehomes from New Jersey. He ran from SC to NJ, but needs to return to SC with his children and wanted to set up a protection network for himself and them. Since we usually just get calles from battered female spouses, this came as a bit of a surprise. This guy must have the wife from Hell.

Aunt Tudi has arranged for Danny to clear the tree branches from around our power lines. It's gonna cost $40 I had not planned on. Curses and other vile activities!

Lew is wanting to come over tonight. The aches from his road trip have finally settled in and he slept the majority of the day away yesterday. I told him I'd give him a back massage tonight. Po thang.

Can't wait to get out of here. It's slow here at the answering service and there are so many other things I could be doing. It's a good thing I brought the 'Beauty' book to read.

Yay me.

Trees

Pieces of tree are currently falling on the house out back as Danny saws and chops away. I hate that....it makes me physically ill to see a tree mutilated. Of course, Aunt Tudi is right: it has to be done to keep us legally protected if bad weather should come and affect the trees to where they damage neighbours' homes and/or belongings, or they pull down power lines.

...it still disturbs me though.

Lew didn't come over tonight. I asked him point blank if it was because of the bad news and he said no, not at all. He is simply recharging from his trip and just didn't feel up to being back on the road. I can understand that and I totally believe him, especially after his display of incredible tenderness from the other day. No doubt I am lucky to have him.

Monty Python is on TV. I never realised how much Eric Idle looks like Richard Tandy. They could be brothers.

Love Offering

A local church is calling for love offerings tomorrow.

Maybe I should go and slip the pastor some tongue.