There's clearly something going on with me. Or maybe not. I hate to admit it but I have been compulsively playing games for the past couple of days. Occasional breaks to post at Huffington Post and then back to either "Farm Frenzy" or "Gardenscape." I didn't only forget to post a reminder, I forgot to give Angel her antibiotics. And what am I thinking of as I type this. Playing again. With Gardenscapes (which I opened by accident and spent the night playing) I just want to finish the garden. The other is a deeper problem. I could have finished long ago, but I want to get a TROPHY at each level. Most I can do but there are a few that no matter how hard I try or how many times I do them, I miss either by a mile or a fraction of a second. Not sure which annoys me more. Treating myself to a second day of 62 degrees rising to bed time. Have to say that it felt very nice not to spend the day fighting off feeling frozen even with three or 4 layers of clothing.
So, anyway, I'm just going to give in to my vices today and maybe tomorrow. Call it Spring Fever or something else. I should be back Wednesday at the latest.
I'm 65 - yes I am legally old - years going on twelve or sometimes 6, it depends on the day. Then again, sometimes I feel like I'm 110. I'm agoraphobic, permanently disabled. I live an odd life, but a relatively happy one. I have two cats. Angel - who is as sweet as an angel and as naughty as a devil, and Tara Grace who is sweet and gentle with the voice of a long shoreman and who sneezes a lot.