T.G.I.F.

Oddly enough, under my present circumstances, the phrase T.G.I.F. has little to no meaning. But, to celebrate it being Friday, I took the day off.

Again, what does that mean? Well, instead of lying around and/or sitting and reading, I lay around and/or sat and read.

I did talk with Luanne in the morning and she said she obviously picked the wrong day to leave. I told her that she hadn’t, as we are supposed to get a big snowstorm tonight.

For supper, I heated up a Marie Callender’s chicken pot pie. Note to Carl: this is NOT the one mentioned in the article you sent me. It was a Marie Callender’s CHEESY chicken pot pie that was so bad for you.

I talked to Melissa for quite a while in the evening, which caused me to miss my Brother Jim’s call. So, I called him back. He wanted to know how I was feeling and to let me know of yet another website I could view pictures of his new Great-granddaughter, Emerson Jane Goerlich. Cute little baby, and so much hair!

I went to bed at 10:30 PM.