Every day is like Sunday

Today was uneventful.  I did get off my butt and go to the gym.  I skipped the machines and just did 40 mins of cardio.  One of the things that irks me is that the earbuds that my brother gave me are too short.   I hate cords and wires in general, and if they can get tangled up or caught on something, it'll happen.  Cords are my bête noire.   Still, I'd never be caught dead with one of those wireless cell phone thingies because no-one, and I mean no-one (think: naked woman) ever looks cool with one of those contraptions on one's ear.  Those devices remind me of an ancient three inch USB drives that could barely hold a Word document.

I should've gone through more of the stuff upstairs but I didn't.  I can't feel or sense any sort of resolution.  I talked to John on the phone and I might have some idea if the estate will have some money.  No money pretty much means I have to get outta Dodge PDQ.  Some money will definitely help.  For example, I might be able to get a storage place for some of this stuff.  That would be a good short-term solution.   Houses aren't selling here because 1. it's Winter and 2. it's Cleveland.   Things might improve in a couple of months.  Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that, pal.

I've been drinking mint tea. I usually don't like mint but for reason, this tastes good.