I wonder what random means here.  I just felt like writing today , “at random”–oh, I get it.  It’s 12:51 p.m. and I’m still in my mis-matching pjs.  And I’m sneezing like you wouldn’t believe.  On Mucinex and nosespray. It’s too cold to go outside and get my mail.

I just sent an e-mail to U.F.’s Anthropology Dept to see if a notebook with “Seminole Town Compilations” is mine or UF’s, from 1962.  I also called the office of the foot doctor who trims my toenails to see if I could pay my bill over the phone via VISA.  They said I don’t owe anything. So far the day’s going well, tho I know I can’t come up with a poem for d’Verse’s Thursday night.

My computer helper is coming tonight and I’m going to ask her to help me print out “How to Use ‘Press This’ on Word Press”  from “Hugh’s News and Views.”  Since I’m without wheels she stopped at the grocers and got me chocolate milk and Vtamin B-12, which I’m out of.  We didn’t get to Hugh’s Views  due to another time-consuming job.  Maybe I can tackle it myself.  If not, you can read it there if it’s news to you, as it was to me.  11:20 p.m. I didn’t mention the television watching I did off and on.  Yay for Nancy Pelosi for talking nonstop for 8 hours!