I then took the afternoon off. Mary and I went to lunch, then to the herb shop, where I got some St. John's Wort, something for my blood pressure, some MSM to go along with the glucosamine/chondroitin that I already have, and Mary got a few goodies, including something that used to be called STR-C to alleviate stress. We also got some samples of a good multivitamin. Mary took one while in the car, and it was apparently good for whatever has been ailing her most of the summer. I took one this evening, and I can honestly say that it's starting to work its magic. Wonder if my weight and blood pressure problems are being caused by some sort of vitamin deficiency? (You needn't answer; that was a rhetorical question. I'm pretty convinced that it is.)
I picked up Roberts Rules Of Writing: 101 Unconventional Lessons Every Writer Needs to Know, by Robert Masiello, at Barnes and Noble, our next and final stop. If you write, or consider yourself a writer, it's a good kick in the ass, which all of us need every once in a while. He has a section in there called "Take Your Prozac", where he admonishes one and all about taking care of depression before it kills. He also reminds everyone to have fun and develop a life outside of writing, which, sad to say, I haven't done much of. We also bought another book by Laurie Notaro. If you haven't read any of her work, you should. Her writing makes me laugh to the point of loss of bladder control.
Mary's going out to a yarn yard sale that a couple of her friends are holding tomorrow, so I'm going to take myself out for the afternoon as well. Guitar Center's been having a sale all month. Not that I'm interested in buying another guitar that I won't find the time to play, but I need to get out of the house, and that's as good an excuse as any.
Just a random thought: wouldn't the Internet be a much more fun place if everyone spent the majority of their time away from it for a while? I honestly wonder about the people who sit in front of the computer day in and day out, looking for things that piss them off, and going off on a rant about them. (Mostly because, if I'm not careful, I turn into one of them.)