The Twinkies

I’m sad.

I don’t know why. Nothing has happened. I’m just cooped up, maybe, or lonely. I’m hating Christmas this year, which doesn’t help. It’s just one series of chores after another. Buy this, wrap that, decorate over there and bake over here and none of it is any fun. There’s nothing that I want to do. It’s much too cold to go outside. Nothing seems worth doing. I’m just trapped and cold and bored and sad and it really really sucks.

I am the stupidest woman alive. I carefully took the battery out of my camera to charge, carefully put the camera in a bag, carefully put the bag in the car. Guess which step I forgot?

There are no Thanksgiving photos from me. Oh well.

That’s all.

I can neither type nor spell any more thanks to the Internet, but now and again I see a typo that makes me laugh.

My house is invested with mice! (What do they recommend? Stocks? Mutual funds?)