This morning, the ground outside is white, but it is not the reflective snow, but the moonlight, interspersed with long shadows of trees, the chicken coop and the garden gates. I have what seems to be nervous energy. I feel like I could climb a mountain, but I will probably just fritter it away reading emails. It might be that I had a Coke for lunch yesterday, or too much sugar, or it might be the anticipation that I could do anything, if someone would just ask me.

Yesterday morning, I dropped Ray off about 9:30 and went to the library for a class on genealogy research on the internet. Lots of good information in the handouts, but pretty poor instruction. The woman just basically read everything on the handouts, with some personal anecdotes thrown in, and then had us do a few searches on the computer. It might be better to do more "hands-on" instruction that allowed people to research their own families, but I am not sure how well that would work.

At 1, I went and had lunch with Becky. It was very good and filling, lamb shank with cheesy risotto, plus a pastry for dessert. We talked for over an hour. Then I went back to the library and spent less than an hour, writing.

A man came and sat near me and started talking to me, but fortunately, it was time to go anyway. I made a few phone calls, to the Appliance Repair Service, for instance. They said it wasn't their fault, Bosch keeps changing the date that they will ship the part. Now he says it will be next Tuesday. He advises me next time I buy a range to buy American.

I picked Ray up. He wasn't very hungry, either, from a filling lunch and a bag of Cheetos. I made some soup to freeze and then we watched several hours of TV, including most of Road Warrior, a violent, but camp, post-Apocalyptic movie starring Mel Gibson when he was young and really cute. I knew better than to watch the end of it right before bed, so we watched an episode of Doc Martin. Do you think watching shows where the heroes are antisocial encourages me to be rude? Doc Martin is a good doctor, with incredibly bad social skills. I don't know that I could be a good social worker, with really bad people skills. And if I could, who would hire me?

It was probably midnight when I went to bed and before 5 when I woke up. Perhaps I will crash later today or tomorrow. I did chew my fingernails while I was watching Road Warrior.