Sifted through many more magazine articles today for Mrs. Maus. My eyes were extremely tired, but then I ate lunch, which somehow revived them. Apparently, she's being charged with some unpleasant things by someone she tried to help in the past. I won't get into the details; she just spends a lot of time consulting various lawyers. She said she wants a Johnny Cochran (is that how you spell his name?). To me, that means she wants someone like herself, only that can practice law.

I sat outside near the mailbox and read for about two hours today. The weather was just right, so long as I stayed under the tree, halfway in the shade. The rugrats are still getting on my nerves, but I refuse to exert any more energy than necessary with them. I tell them to do things, they don't listen, I give up. It's not my problem.

I still miss Greg. And I don't know if I want a new phone to go with my new plan, because I could spend that money on better things in the future. It takes money to be a senior.

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