Oh, I don't mind...

I just didn't feel like getting up today. It rained so there was no tennis lesson. And then I really didn't feel like getting up. Norma supported this feeling.

Okay, so despite my deep fear that no one is going to be able to love me in my current state (ugh, or ever?), I am trying - every now and then - to get back out there somehow. I am online and receive emails from short men telling me that they don't mind my height. This is infuriating. One physical trait (maybe the only one) that I am not remotely self-conscious of is my height. Who are these midgets to reassure me that is doesn't bother them that I am tall? Does anyone consider that it might bother ME to go out with someone who is a petite little girl-boy!? Whew. Too much. Should I give up? Just go ahead and adopt some more cats? Buy some aprons and start crocheting? I will try to focus on the story value. Sigh.

This morning's broken record thought: snooze button, snooze button, snooze button.