I’m thinking about going to Marc and Barb’s church tonight for their Night of Worship, since both of them are in the choir. Seems like a little religious-themed music never really hurt me, and Marc said there wouldn’t be any heavy preaching. I need something to do on an otherwise boring night.
I know I’ll fuel up before leaving Coldwater because the prices were 18 cents cheaper than when I left Battle Creek. And then because I have the rottenest luck known to man, I’ll find they’ve come back down when I get back. Woe is me, blah blah blah. I’ll live with it.
I do not look forward to going back to work this week, especially if that lack-witted mail carrier thinks he can show up at 10:30 or after. I think we’ll have a shitload of accountable mail, because there wasn’t any brought Wednesday through Friday last week. Jerry, the mail manager, did file a complaint, but somehow I don’t think that’ll change things much.
Mom made chicken and rice for dinner today. I don’t know what it is about them, but they’ve always been good together. One particular favorite of mine is the chicken with savory rice. The rice would have a dry taste to it, but it was still good with the flavor of the chicken.
I can never put my finger on it, but somehow today just doesn’t feel right. It’s as if I fear people are angry with me, but since no one ever tells me anything, I can’t know for certain. At least I managed to get my hair cut yesterday, so I feel a little better on that front.