when I arrived in the city on Monday eve, the house was 50F. I was so disgusted after being cosy in the country for 3 days, I phoned R and told him I was not @#$%^ cooking supper in a 50 F k. He eventually came home and offered to take me out -- at 9:30. I nuked some frozen broccoli for my supper.

He commented on being cold in bed without me - he had not put the other quilt on. What survival skills? After brekkie on Tues, I went back to the country. Very pleasant day. Lost signal for internet and walked to neighbour. On the way, another neighbour came along in his truck and told me about his bad day yesterday and we conferred about the wind farm thing. Agreed we now have a good group of folks to meet with our Member of National Assembly (Quebec equiv of state rep or senator) as soon as he is available.

Leo told me to turn off the modem and restart it. Conferred as with previous neighbour. How to get to know your neighbours - get active. Then I walked back and got back to it - after a hot bath. Back to city about 10 pm. R still was not home. I blew. Happy Valentine's Day, my foot. ( I had phoned and he said he would be home.) No sense of time. Phoooey, again.

My eyes which have been bothering me a lot, stopped during time in country. Started again today. Something in air? Lighting? Interesting.

I fell on Monday on my hip, while knocking the ice dam of the roof edge, and thought it would be nasty. put some herbal salve on it and as long as I do it every 24 hours, no pain. It makes itself known if I forget.

Today, I went to bank and a dif grocery store - picked out a route of google. Stopped to catch R on way home and he back to finish he breakfast he left when his bro phoned in a tizzy. And some lunch also since it was now 3 pm! Bro called 2x while he was trying to eat. "Hang up!!!" pointed out that telling his brother "I am trying to eat,,," but not hanging up just trains him to ignore the "trying to eat" part. I hang up on bro often; he just blithers to anyone he gets on phone. "I don't need to hear this." Click.

Now, to cook or not to cook, that is the question. A meal for both of us or a bowl of broccoli and black beans for me.