Twenty sponges should be plenty.

It’s been a cold week, so far.  Unfortunately, running outside in winter makes my blood thicken, as I acclimatize.  It makes me intolerant to heat above 65° F.  Just below that is my comfort zone until it warms up again.  It’s making my cat seek warmth, which is adorable.   I make her a pup tent out of a blanket, and she crawls inside.  As she adjusts her position, she collapses it and turns around, so just her bum is exposed.  This is her day spot.  At night, she curls up on her little pillow beside my head and snores loudly.  The cuteness factor is off the charts.

I had to talk on the phone twice today.  I hate talking on the phone.  Hate.  It offends me on a primal level that somebody would have the audacity to interrupt my life, and then demand I respond vocally when it’s not the ideal form of communication I choose.  It’s right up there with religion.  I endured.  The first call was due to a class action lawsuit with my car.  I was entitled to around $300 because Hyundai lied about the gas mileage.  I didn’t collect it because I knew they lied before I bought the car.  I didn’t care.  It was a discrepancy of a few miles per gallon.  My car is 3.5 years old and has less than 3,000 miles on it.  Clearly, this wasn’t a concern.  It most certainly wasn’t a reason to call me on the phone to demand an explanation.

Perhaps I’m wrong in how I perceive a class action lawsuit.  I assume it’s for those who want to participate because they feel the grievance applies to their situation.  I’m not one of those people.  I tend to allow myself to get worked up when I encounter dumb behavior that involves me against my will.  It feels incredibly justified so I just run with it.  I hung up.  Then I thought of a few things I would like to have shared with him but chose not to.  Laughing is how I get worked down.  I allow myself to do that as often as possible.  Another call was from a seller on Amazon.  He wanted me to remove my negative feedback if he agreed to refund the restocking fee he imparted on a DOA return.

I wanted to say no, but I realized my complaint was exactly what he was offering to rectify.  I hate being an adult sometimes.  Most of the time.  I went to the Optometrists office yesterday and then chose some new glasses.  The woman who helped me choose my frames was a riot.  I could tell she enjoyed her job.  I love being around people who are happy.  I picked some blue and purple frames.  They’re feminine and funky.  I’m most fond of the gradient effect.  She teased me about my decision to purchase glasses online, which cracked me up.

It was especially funny because I was wearing my internet glasses at the time, and they’re falling apart.  I haven’t felt well since yesterday.  It’s mainly weather related sinus issues.  I have a busy day scheduled for Saturday, and my body has decided it should start freaking out well in advance.  I hired a company to come and get my excess stuff and recycle or sell it.  I wish it was Sunday, but I’ll settle for looking forward to Sundays arrival.  I’m off to read.