I think I’m gonna start writing fantasy. Because people sure do love running their mouths. So maybe if I write something clearly so fictional they’ll at least look incredibly stupid to people they repeat it to. Why are people so invested in one another’s love lives? It brings to mind Taylor Swift. Who freaking gives a hoot who her boyfriend is? And if he’s a football player, shouldn’t she be at the games, cheering him on? I thought that was kinda the point of being in a relationship— a show of support. Or have I missed the point entirely of what people are griping about? I don’t know, and I also haven’t figured out the rage over Stanley cups. I think they’re kinda ugly, and wasn’t Yeti the thing to have? I’m so confused. I just wanna go crawl in a cave and read poetry to my dog. I could use another foot of snow…as long as my power stays on.

Anyway, how are y’all?

I’m feeling disgruntled, thanks for asking. I need a big dose of GRACE, because my fuse is running very short on a lot of subjects lately. Or maybe it’s running low on certain people. I’m just glad I’m not in retail anymore because it’s just a matter of time before I turn into the main character in a slasher movie. *melting emoji*

Just kidding. I can’t afford a breakdown. And Chessie would miss me.

My book that I was halfway enjoying went back today. I thought it said Wednesday. It obviously did not, because today is Tuesday. And it’s gone. And has a fifteen week wait. Yay. I’ll forget the entire plot by then. So how many books have I read this year, you’d like to know? Oh, that’s one. Uno. I should be at four.

The blood work went fine this morning, not that you asked. Not that you remembered. She only poked me the once. My vein quit before they were done, but she said they’d just hafta work with what they got. You know you have crappy veins when your doctor has trouble finding one. And isn’t very excited at the prospect of trying again. Ehh, I knew I wasn’t perfect. 😉

Oh. Lemme tell you. I sat through five cycles of the main light in Sevierville this morning before it ever changed for us. That was after I noticed something was wrong and started counting. There were people in line just peeling off and turning around. Beat all I’ve ever seen. I was calling the police department when it finally gave us a green. But I still had to wait for the next cycle. What a pain.

I am so tired. At least I have clean sheets. I am very much looking forward to going to bed after a long hot shower. I guess this is what old age is like: I don’t want to be bothered, I want people to stay off my grass, and I want to drink hot chocolate and read books in my cozy chair. Some people might call it loneliness. I call it peace.

Enough with all this. I’m starting to give myself an ulcer.

We walked over to Graze today from the office. If you’re gonna eat that unhealthy, the least you can do is walk to get it. They don’t open till 12 (winter hours since all the tourists are gone) so we walked around downtown a bit. My young, naïve coworkers weren’t aware that our courthouse was actually a working courthouse. I guess they thought it was just for show??? Not sure. But I walked them through it. And of course we had to go see Dolly.

We also passed by my favorite downtown house, the Dwight & Kate Wade house, a replica of a home showcased at the 1939 World’s Fair. Here’s the link to the walking tour: https://visitsevierville.com/Images/pdfs/SeviervilleHistoricWalkingTour.pdf

I just love old houses. I love a lot of old stuff, including the old ways of doing many things. Technology is convenient, but is there any replacement for face to face interaction? I think we all had better manners before we lived behind keyboards.

I said I wasn’t gonna do that.

All in all, not a bad day. My onion rings were on point, as usual. My Amazon stuff made it home. I had a good long chat with one of my favorite producers who has overcome yet another health issue. My coworkers are laid-back. I’m warm and dry. My dog is happy with life, and I should be so pleased with my lot in life, as well. And I am, I am. I’m just in a contrary mood. Maybe it’s the mud. Just the daily grime and slog that is winter. It’s not all crystalline peppermint. But I feel at this point, I’m just working for the weekend. Ah-wa-ooo…

Little short on love and definitely patience,

~Amy