sixteen tons, and what do you get?

Well, in my case it was six or so hours, not sixteen tons, but here's what I got home with:

- A trombone mouthpiece (the rest of the trombone is in whuffle's trunk until tomorrow) (BLAAAAT!)
- New bras (aka a Screaming Necessity, and Lady Grace had a sale)
- New sneakers, and insoles for them (another Screaming Necessity, and Bob Smith's Wilderness House had a sale)
- Lunch for next week and dinner tonight, once I get around to cooking
- Probably something like four and a half miles of walking

Now I have to go out and get broccoli and Cheerios and milk and maybe strawberries. And then I'm going to come home, collapse for half an hour, and start writing.

I'd be tired if I let myself be. I can't do it yet, though.

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If I didn't know better, I'd think I've been hacked or something. My email problem came back yesterday (Comcast reset my password, again, and it works for the moment) and just now Yahoo decided it didn't like my password either. Yahoo has never, since I've had a Yahoo account, complained at me like that.

What the hell?