Ever since the spawn of my loins looked at me with horror when I asked her to trim my toenails (it was post-hip and I wasn't supposed to bend that far if I wanted the new hip to stay in place) and then took me to a nail salon, I have been hooked. I think the term is sybaritic pleasure.

(pause while I check a dictionary: sybarite= "a person devoted to pleasure and luxury." I was right.)

So I set aside this morning to get my claws clipped/talons trimmed/ whatever. I go to the salon in WalMart and the people there recognize me. (I'm a good tipper--I waited tables in my youth.) A pedicure there involves not just the nails, but lower leg massage too.

(I've seen men of mature years there--I'm sure a pedicure at a salon is a lot better than going to the podiastrist to get toenails trimmed. I don't know if they get the massage also.)

Once that was done I did a quick tour of the store to get some things I'd forgotten when I did the grocery tour a couple of days ago.

I had reading to do, so I decided to have lunch at PJ's, rather than go home first.

Sounds like another IUD--except that I had an e-mail from a familiar name, but it took me a couple of hours before I placed it. He had suggestions about my recent computer problems and spoke of a way that YD could do the changes/checks herself, from her computer. I forwarded the e-mail to her.

Later that day the name finally clicked. He was part of a weight-loss "dare" in which YD and I (and a couple of others) were involved about seven years ago.

Today, so far, the computer is behaving. I had to remind it that I did NOT want a dial-up connection to AOL and once I figured out how to get that message across I've been having no problems accessing the internet.

Evidently a key file for that annoyingly intrusive Win-something or other got zapped in the cleanup, because upon connecting to the internet I get a screen saying I can't access it. One click and it goes away.

So (as I type with crossed fingers) things seem to be back to normal and up to speed with my computer.

I have pretty less ugly feet.

And I even got a bunch of stuff dumped in the pool.

Back to work tomorrow!