I Love My Covers…

TabaniDiptera: Tabanidaedaeaenidae or  simply Horsefly as we call him. He always says he loves his covers and we all smile when we hear it. I love my covers.  My house was a tad bit cold this morning and the steady drone of raindrops on my roof could be heard.  I also had to shake the dew off my lily pretty badly as well as that was what woke me up. I hurried to the bathroom, turned up the thermostat, and then grabbed my iPad and jumped back in the bed. Maggie had quickly gotten in the warm spot I left in the bed when I went to do my business. “Scoot over stinker,” I told her. “You are running with the big dogs now.” You Do Not Compute -- Nothing Ever Computes… This morning Matt (pharmacy employee) and my father are going to order my Christmas ($500! WooT!).  Dad and Matt both have to work today. Matt is my father’s technical advisor on computers. I have been thinking about this and planning it for almost a year. The computer parts I want continually go in and out of stock and it is massively maddening forcing me too pick less desirable hardware. I hope Matt can get the order off before more parts are out of stock yet once again. You Don’t Dilly Dally Around… That’s what my father told me when I was finished grocery shopping last night in record time.  I already knew what I was buying before I walked into Kroger. It is going to be a sandwich theme kind of week at Casa de Andrew. I got all kinds of delicious cold cuts, delectable s...

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - December 3, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs