Here I am.

     Guess I should let everybody know that I’m okay.  I thought everybody had forgotten my birthday, but I was wrong.  The first "Happy Birthday" greeting was a text from (would you believe?) my dentist office.  I found lots of messages on Facebook.  Got phone calls and cards in the mail and Papa took me to Outback (the next day.)  I just thought that, since it was #75, there might be more fuss… but I’m over it.  Aren’t I?

     Snow!  Like most of my readers, we had some.  But not so much.  Sunday it snowed all day long.  We were scheduled to go to dinner theater that day but they canceled the show.  Snowed again Monday night and off and on all day Tuesday.  We played bridge here in our building that afternoon with the ladies and then I had to go across the street to get my bone-density and mammogram.  The technology has really improved for those things, by the way.  Because it was slippery and still snowing, Papa got the car out and drove me over.  What a guy.

     Monday and Tuesday morning I worked on the newsletter for Fab 50’s.

     Wednesday (yesterday) we did our tax gig.  Got home just in time for the monthly "social."  Had pizza & veggies.  A glass of wine.  Talked with our next door neighbors at the party and they invited us to come over and play cards.  Their game is Hand & Foot.    We’ve played it before with other people and everybody we’ve played it with has different rules.  But it’s always simple and lots of fun.  We’ll be doing that again.

    Did I mention I tripped on a rug and fell on my face getting ready to go to work.  Thankfully, I landed on the couch and ended up with only a couple of bruises.  Papa says that rug has to go!

     I’m "off" today and tomorrow but will be back behind the computer at a tax site Saturday.  Couples bridge Sat. night.

     Next week is loaded: Bridge twice.  Writing class. (Oh, yeah, I’ve got to write a piece before then.)  Taxes twice.  Dentist appt.  And Fab 50’s.  I’d really rather not have quite so many things to do in one week, but there’s nobody but myself to blame for over-booking.

     So it goes.