Rescued a bookshelf from certain destruction today, also a shopping trolley which had been abandoned. Combined the two to get the bookshelf home (a mile or so), then had to go back to return the trolley to the supermarket. A good morning's work, though when I took my clothes off, I found red marks on both shoulders, of broken veins. Book shelves are very difficult to get hold of, but I feel I've done my share of rescuing for the time being.
Well, I found my keys. They were in the pocket of my biker jacket (well, not precisely *my* jacket, just one I can borrow occasionally) and I hadn't used it for, well, about two weeks. So the first thing I did was hastily separate my bike keys so that I can actually use my bike again, should I want to. The wanting to bit is a bit moot: it started snowing today (apparently, I haven't looked) and I'm even considering putting the fire on (temp, allegedly 2 degrees below). Going to bed is also an option, as is having a hot bath as an ephemeral warmer-upper.
Well, when I wanted a date, I didn't quite anticipate having lunch with the Head of Quality, still that's the way the cookie crumbles and a free lunch is a free lunch. I am proposing to wear a suit which normally lurks at the back of the wardrobe, bought for a wedding and never worn, it even has a matching hat, though perhaps that will be going too far.
I'm tremendously pleased because I've changed the template of this blog, so it's more representative of a burning bush, and I, technophobe that I am, did it all by myself (well, let's face it, it's not a very difficult thing to do - now if I'd done it from scratch...).