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R and I were up around the same time this morning, which was unusual, so I made breakfast -- bacon, fried bread, and scrambled eggs. R had never had fried bread before, but I suspect from now on if he smells bacon cooking he will show up like, as mum used to say when we wanted to "help" make cookies, a bad penny. :D

I made a to-do list last night that seemed overwhelming, but this morning I managed to get all but two items taken care of, and this afternoon R's driving me downtown to take care of one more, on his way to Indiana for the day. Hopefully he's going to pick up some real firewood and we can build all-day fires. My job is to get chemical firelogs, eggs, and powdered sugar for shortbread. It's a baking time of year.

Tomorrow I'm in to work early to make up for bailing on Friday; I'm just hoping people are okay with the fact that I had some family stuff to take care of. I think they think I'm a flake, which I need to somehow fix, if only my life would settle down enough that I could.

Blergh. Anyway, it's hard to be too miserable when we have a giant dog who thinks he's a lapdog, and there's food in the house and central heating. If I can survive December, I'll be okay.

Still have to find Mum a christmas present. I'm not much of a gift shopper, but she's the only one left of the immediate family. I wanted to get her a finger labyrinth, which is a type of meditational tool, but they're ridiculously expensive...

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Ok, I'm home and washed off and my trousers are in the laundry. What an afternoon.

Seriously, why is it harder to get a library card than a social security card? This was my fourth attempt and finally I was successful but not before I had to point out to the clerk that my passport was NOT expired and the mail I brought with me was not junk mail but a bank statement and if someone doesn't have change for a five (the fee for a new card is $1) then I can wait until they do. At which point the woman at the next station suddenly found four one-dollar bills! Magic how that happens.

I walked around downtown a bit and called Mum, who is still freaking out, and then ducked into Macy's to see if Lush had anything she was likely to use (they didn't; I always have to sort of fly-by the Lush shop because otherwise the salesclerks CLING to me and won't let me alone). There's an El stop right there, but as I was descending I foolishly took my mind off my feet for a moment and promptly went down in a yowling heap.

I'm a bit stiff and I think my left wrist will probably start giving me grief, considering all my weight came down on it, but otherwise all right. I took some anti-inflammatories and I'm wrapped in a blanket with my legs up, and I'm going to watch TV or sleep or something that doesn't require any brainpower.

R's gone to Indiana, where he hopes to pick up firewood and cigarettes. Technically it's illegal to bring both of those things across the line into Illinois, so I suggested perhaps he ought to pick up some illegal drugs, Everclear alcohol, and fireworks while he was at it...