When Tom went to read my story last night, he caught a major discrepancy right off the bat. I described “James” as being in uniform. Then a few paragraphs later I described his daughter as being dressed in casual attire “like her father.” So I corrected that. That’s what I get for taking so long of a break on that story!

Tom’s alternating between working on his program and playing games and I’m wishing I could go into a coma till February. It’s not even 5:00 yet it’s already just about dark out there and 39º! The only good in it is that it seems to be keeping Jesse off the motorcycle.

I’m playing more games on Kiwi like Hangman and Poker, which Tom gave me a crash course in, along with Slots and Memory Match for more points.

Not surprisingly, I haven’t gotten a reply from Paula.

The radio has a bid, but not the Barbies. They probably won’t get bids till closer to the end.

I jinx-wrote my ring to fit! I did an online entry saying it fit perfectly when in fact it really almost fit perfectly. Now it fits perfectly! I don’t know why I’m still going down as I haven’t really been cutting my calories as low as I should. But I have been running 20 minutes nearly every day up and down the length of the trailer, so that’s probably why. The scale battery has been dead so I can’t say what I weigh.

When Tom went to get the mail at noon, he saw that Jesse was there, which explains why it had been so quiet. But then he was gone when he returned, so I figured it’d get noisy. Surprisingly enough, though, it’s continued to be quiet.

Tom may quit working for this temp company altogether if we don’t win big first because they still haven’t paid him his vacation time. It’s only a day, but still, he wouldn’t want to make the company any more money if they’re going to rip him off, and of course he never got his “prize” from their bogus raffle either.