Less Spammy Hours

So, I peeked into OD and it seems like the last spam was flung about 2 hours ago. So, I think “Happy Hour” (ie when we can be happy about OD lol) begins around 8:30 pm Atlantic time.

Today was spent bogged down in accounting and admin stuff. Just as I was set to mail a book to LAC (Library Archives Canada), another box of books came in just in time, so I got those ready and out the door and we are finally caught up with LAC! What a pain in the neck. And expense. But it’s over and done. R left to do errands including our company, the building’s company, and personal errands and so he just picked up printer paper as part of the stop to also buy for the building corp plus his own stash plus the publishing company. Afterwards, since two companies wanted the receipt, I just scanned it and attached the link and the other company can have the original.

So that was the highlight of excitement for the day. LAC books out the door and a whole new ream of paper in. Turns out we still had lots of paper and I managed to call R just as he was checking out and told him I only need ONE. So that was the extent of high-interest drama around here.

He brought back ice cream sandwiches. Mainly because Ted said he was going to bring some next Thursday and once the idea was in our minds, we just broke down and got them. (I regret it a little…I don’t do well with a lot of sugar, but I have little self-control when it comes to it as well.) Later Ted said he would NOT be bringing in ice cream sandwiches next Thursday after all, and instead he was bringing in coconut cream pie.

So I kind of gave up on my health diet a few months ago. As soon as I would be feeling great on a keto diet, Ted would bring some kind of treat to our door. He does the opposite of trick-or-treating. He just shows up on his way downstairs and drops off random surprises. We’ve told him he doesn’t have to do this. We kind of feel guilty but he said he wants to do it. Anyway, so next Tuesday it will be (theoretically) coconut cream pie.

I really have a pretty boring existence atm and not much to write about. But the urge to write forces me to do it anyway, even if I have nothing of value to say.

I may write again later before bed. That’s when my mind is the most active.