I just paid my MasterCard with my Visa. Such a cliché, but at least my Visa is my debit card and not a credit card.

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I paid my cell phone bill.

I love on-line bill paying, don't you? I am the sort of person who never has stamps.

Last night's Volunteer Training was less painful than I expected. First, I got a nice, high-calorie, high-fat, low-nutrition dinner first. And then it was over about half an hour early, so that was good. I didn't want to do it, but now that it's done, I'm glad I did. Another cliché.

Then I almost got killed on the highway on the way home, of course. I hate taking I-25 through the T-Rex construction zone after dark. If it had been up to me, I'd have driven the surface roads, but I was following my Volunteer Buddy and she took the highway. She also took my least-favorite on-ramp, the one at Auraria. Next time, I'll find my own way home.

Today, odd things are buzzing in my head. Probably thanks to last night's completely diet-free dinner, I feel all energized and mentally alert. If I were at home, I'd be writing like a fiend, right at this moment. Since I'm not, I'm resisting the urge to go find something to read or to dabble with some new story idea. (I think I have enough things started at the moment.)

I should, of course, be working.

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Okay, I stopped for a moment and called to cancel my hair appointment on the 16th. That's Volunteer Day, although I'd forgotten that when I booked the appointment.

You know what? I'm tired of having to schedule hair appointments a month in advance to get time on one of the two Saturdays my guy works. And now I find out he's taking one of those two off this month. It's time to find someone with more weekend hours in a place where the commute to and from the salon doesn't add an hour to the process. By the time I'm sitting in the chair for two hours, and commuting for an hour, it's a 3-hour process almost every month and it's not something I'm prepared to take on after a ten-hour workday. I need weekend appointments, okay?

Anyhow, he must have heard something in my voice, even though I didn't say any of those things to him. He's going to rearrange his plans to be available early this Saturday morning, even though technically it's his "day off." There are advantages to having used the same stylist for eight or nine years.

Truthfully? I'm a bit disappointed. There's actually a salon across the street from where I live. I was rather looking forward to trying that one. Imagine how convenient it would be. I could walk over after work and be home by 7:00. I could pop over on a Saturday morning and be home by ten. Sigh.

Anyhow, where was I?

Oh. Yeah. I know, I should be working, even if I am in a good mood.

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Sorry, another interruption. Mechanic called to schedule the work I need to have done.

I do intend to work at some point, I promise you.

Or, not. Seems a pity to waste such a good mood on working doesn't it? Trouble is, there's really nothing else to do. Except read the news headlines and blog on the political blog, but that's not the kind of activity designed to preserve a good mood.

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I decided the problem was caffeine. Walked over to Starbucks, got another coffee. Picked up one for Buehler, too, so I get points for that.

Now I'm going to buckle down to work. I'll just check a few headlines, just to see what's happening in the world....

Prince Ranier passed away? That's very sad.

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MountainMan came, so I had to stock up on snacks.

This is ridiculous. It's practically noon!