(sigh)

I'm thinking I need to buck up, get out of bed, make myself presentable and go get that juice and some other staples, like fresh bread, rice milk, frozen dinners that I nuke for lunch.

Let's face it, as exhausting as library work can be, it doesn't burn that many calories.  You can't achieve the aerobic effect while shelving.  I consume less food because I am just not using that energy.  If I eat a good lunch, I usually have little use for dinner.  A little nosh, perhaps, to help my stomach sleep....

I work with six five other women.  Two of them are quite round.  Two of them are thin,  And one is so short that fat would just be ridiculous. I think she has more discipline though.  I am somewhere in between all this, somewhat overweight and out of shape, but it occurred to me long ago that not sitting all day was a good idea.

I drink lots of water and chew sugarless gum.  It helps.  Chewing gum is good for your nerves, your sinuses, your jaw and, allegedly, when sugarless, your teeth.  It is a distraction from utter boredom.

M1 called me a "water addict."  I'd never thought of it like that, but I guess if you have to be addicted to something....

Actually, I was thinking this might be the year to hit the annual college Alumni gathering.  I don't just look good... I feel good.

With this talk of going to the store, I am started to feel goal-oriented.  I'm thinking: go to the store, eat breakfast, bathe, pay your bills, do your taxes (it isn't rocket science this year!), and then... well, no, sorry... cleaning house isn't on the list but a roll up to the wholesale warehouse might be.  This county doesn't have Sam's or Costco.  But I like cruising through busy traffic to buy water and kitty litter at bargain rates.  And near by is one of those WalMart supercenters.  Don't get me wrong.  I do my best to support everyone else, but into one's life a little WalMart must fall.  My grandmother loved her WalMart Supercenter in Osceola County.  That's where she met Sam Walton.  He showed her around the store personally.  She didn't know who he was until she came back the next time and they asked her what she thought of "Sam."  "Who?' she said.  "That little white-haired man?" (She was cotton-tipped herself.)  "Yeah," came the reply, "that was Sam Walton."

Funny, that.  I met Bob Evans beside Lake Muskingum in Ohio.  Big swaggering cowboy.  He founded a restaurant chain.  I was working with Nature's Classroom.  He was fishing.  (Just comparing wealthy businessmen.  She wins.)

But the men of my family can top those celebrity sightings.  My grandfather pulled a thorn from Katherine Hepburn's foot and my father was once kissed on the cheek by herself (Maureen O'Hara.)

Exchange between Grandaddy and The Actress: (she hopped on one foot into his office... barefoot wild woman!  Wasn't she the living end?!)

K: Dr. Parker, are you married?

G: Yes, ma'am, I'm afraid I am.

K: (sigh)  The good ones always are.

Exchange between Dad and "Herself":

D: I have always loved you in those swash-bucklers!

Herself: Mmuuaaahhh!

There are actually a few escaped celebrities from all fields of endeavor around here, but Kate and Maureen were just visitors.  We have all met other notables, but so what?

I don't wanna get up, but I do.

Maybe a shower will motivate me.

See ya'!