DST is Evil
I really hate daylight savings time.
People who call a clearly wrong number repeatedly aren’t so cool either. And if they aren’t calling the wrong number, and somehow have an almost entirely private number for a reason, even though they are in an exchange where I know nobody and know of nobody who could possibly know me or be connected enough to have been given the number, there is no reason not to leave a voicemail. I just can’t imagine who would be calling my cell from Blackstone.
Trying to force it and being frazzled from the time change weren’t the way to get the resume I am working on the rest of the way done, so there’s a bit more to do this morning. Then it’ll go to practically everyone I know and to job sites and whatnot.
I’m downright spaced out from odd and minimal sleep, and I think mine was awesome compared to Deb’s. At least the girls seem to have slept mostly okay (still sleeping), except one crying incident from Valerie, which seemed to be because she was uncovered and was cold. She asked not to wear a diaper overnight for the first time, so I thought maybe the crying was because she’d wet, or needed to go and was holding it an refusing, but apparently not. She finished training before Sadie and has already gotten up dry some days, so she may do just as well as Sadie has been doing.
I did some casual looking up of what some of my more antique books are fetching online. That ranges from next to nothing to as much as $202, without a lot of rhyme or reason. The oldest is from 1849 and isn’t worth much.
I’d not be looking to sell it, but the Preston Ellis book on family history and descendants of William Ellis of Biddeford is on eBay for $37.50, and can be had newly printed for $70 and change. I paid $30 Canadian for mine in, I believe, 1993. Speaking of which, I realized last week that this is one of the every five years when there tends to be a family reunion. Whether I ever go to another of those and hang around not knowing anybody and being shy, I’d love ti visit PEI and Nova Scotia again. This will be ten years since the last time. It’s sad that it’s going to be so hard to do, even when there’s money and transportation and time. Passports to go to Canada make me not want to go just on principle.
Anyway, time to get on with the day…
Valerie made it through the night, and a long one at that. Yay Valerie!
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