So I went to Sears and bought a bath mat. Then I popped into Barnes & Noble for a fun drink. I had a coupon for buy one cookie, get one free. I chose 2 S’mores cookies and took one home to Rob.

I forget the name of the drink, but it had caramel in it. Yum. The weather is just awful. Rob is gonna try and get in to see Bono, but there’s no guarantee.

I am set up for a night of TV, myself.

We live in such a compartmentalized world. We see ourselves as modern, but we grow more and more isolated. Our phones have become caves, in a way. We have learned how to navigate the impersonal grid we all share but with no depth at all.

Tomorrow I have to begin making calls to line up people like a home inspector. They will throw me into despair when I receive the bad news about how much is wrong with the house. Because it suits me just fine, barring the bad boards on the back.

I have learned to live with the house’s eccentricities, just as you learn to live with a loved one’s peculiarities.

Now I am faced with stress, financial inconvenience and probably other things I didn’t expect.

I hate to have people in my house working. It doesn’t work for me. Giggle.

I start out being way too nice and then having to correct my course. I threw money at the first guy and he got nothing done. I ended up liking him and he is ill right now, so he can’t finish what he started. The second guy said he didn’t do it right in the first place. I had to pay both of them.

Now it will take an inspector to sort out the problems. Ugh and double ugh.

Nothing spiritual about this note, folks. Just a bored Vicki on the 3 day of a long weekend.

Vicki Woodyard