Now I remember why being unemployed is so boring. The R.C. is, once again, off to her temp job and out of contact for the day. With no one around and no reason to do any particular thing at any particular moment, I'm having some trouble getting started on anything at all.

There are a few prospects on the job sites today, but I'm just not in the mood. Maybe in an hour or two.

I also have a little work (not much--an hour or two) I could do for Bernie but, again, not in the mood at the moment. I did exactly what he asked on that free-lance project and it's not my fault if what he asked me to do is not, in fact, what the clients wanted done.

I could finish up my holiday shopping for stocking stuffers but I can't get my car out of the parking lot at the moment. Also, I want molasses crinkles, but in order to have them I have to go to the store and buy molasses and ginger and I can't right now.

Both of those are because of the flying wheelbarrows.

As we all know, the Crazy Property Management Company has gotten all ambitious this year and decided to do a ton of work on the building.* Today there's a lifter-truck thingy--a cherry-picker or something--hauling roofing supplies down from the top of the building. One would have expected them to do that before it snowed, but whatever. A minute ago I looked out the door in time to see a wheelbarrow sailing past.

I do have plans to accomplish things today, even aside from the aforementioned shopping. For instance, I have to finish my holiday cards. The bathroom and the kitchen both need cleaned. I have a knitted scarf that's done except for being fringed, so I could finish it, although I'm not sure why.**

I could work on any of these things, if only I could drag myself out from in front of the computer keyboard. But here I sit, surfing the 'net aimlessly instead of doing something productive and useful with my time.

Sigh.

The phone rings a lot during the day, too. At this time of the year, it's mostly charities looking for donations and some of the callers are pretty obnoxious when you say, "no." The one from some version of the "make a wish" people got pretty snippy with me when I told her I didn't have any money to spare. While I regret having been unemployed for the last nine months, I have to say that I'm making notes and will not, once re-employed, be making donations to charities whose call tactics include attempted bullying.

I don't know why today's blog entry is such a downer. I'm sorry. It's a lovely, sunny day outside and supposed to hit 35 sometime this afternoon. I should be amazingly cheerful.

Maybe I should eat something?

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* At no time, during the past decade when the R.C. and I were both employed and gone all day, every day, did they choose to enlist hordes of worker-bees with trucks full of loud machinery to swarm all over the building at all hours. No--they waited until we could both be subjected to the maximum amount of inconvenience.

** Very sadly, the gentleman who has been so generous in taking my hand-made items and distributing them for me, a former co-worker and dear friend of the R.C.'s, has been diagnosed with brain cancer. He and his wife are lovely people who donate a lot of time and effort to helping others, so this is one of those tragedies that just seem unfair.