
It has been that kind of week. Hubby’s alarm clock goes off on Thursday’s so he can open up the Sheriff’s substation on time. It’s a safety measure only because the sun blasting into our bedroom wakes us around 0600 in the summer. I take advantage of having a morning to myself to read my Bible, sew on the latest quilt I’m working on, clean something, and take my pup for a walk before the road gets too hot.
We walked at 9:30 because it has been cold this week. Overnight temperatures in the low 30’s I’m talking about. The sun is out and warm, yet a cold breeze hits you like icewater thrown in your face. It is 11:30 now and I am at my desk. It has a heater register right under my feet and the heater kicked on because it got below 60 degrees in the house. Although my fingers are busy, they are like ice.
No cleaning, sewing, or reading has occured yet. My morning has been tied up with dealing with an embarassing error in judgment. Sigh. I hate to admit this horrid mistake, out loud like this, but knowledge is a strong deterrent from stupidity, and I want to make sure that my faithful readers don’t take the bait.
I got totally and completly scammed this week. It truly humbled me. “I can spot these scams a mile away” I can hear myself say, in fact, I was convinced that I was far too smart for them. Well, apparently not. I got an email from a friend, who asked me for a favor. Why would I question this?
I blame the lobotomy I had in February. I can make excuses all I want, but it will not get my money back. It is gone. Not like it was my life savings. However, I feel vunerable and victimized, just the same. “Hoppin’ mad!” is how my grandma in West Virginia would have described how I feel.
No giggles this Thursday, heh? I will try my hardest to amuse you over the weekend, but first I must get my giggles back.
TTFN