Well, I've haven't been terribly busy, but I have been doing enough to make me not want to sit at the computer and type.  Mostly, though, I've been playing miniature golf.  I'd always known I was horrible at the game (averaging a score of 200, 300, 400, however many five or six times par happens to be).  But last night, in two games, I managed to get SIX (yes, SIX!) holes-in-one.  However, I still managed to lose both games, because I still made 5's on all the other holes . . .

There's been no Scrabble games because Kathleen won't even respond to my emails, let alone get online.  Hit REPLY! It's not that difficult.  Hmph, and I mailed a package.

Still looking for a job . . . anything, anywhere, but within specifications.

Otherwise, I've bean reading.  Reading a lot.  It's been wonderful.  I've been averaging about two books a day.  I was on a sci-fi kick for a week, but the books I got turned out to be irritating and not enjoyable, so I returned to murder mysteries.

And that's about all.