Thursday PM

I haven't posted much lately.
Night before last was a nightmare.  I didn't sleep a wink all night.  I finally got sleepy about 7:30 AM yesterday, so I went to bed.  Steve laid the phone off the hook.
I got up about 11:00, feeling guilty for not getting anything done all morning.
Steve had been on the computer all morning.  He doesn't care if he doesn't get anything done around here all day.
I did a quick feeding, then went up to the Hut to work.  I was up there until 10:00 last night, but feel like I didn't get much done.  It's hard to get much accomplished when you have to work alone, and have to step over things all the time.  It's really crowded up there.
It's cold now.  The rain has left, but it's heavily overcast and very cold.
I had two heaters on last night in the Hut, and still was cold until I came down to the house and took a really hot bath.
Mary came today, and we cleaned.
Steve has been a royal pain all day.  He wouldn't help me pick up and get ready for Mary this morning.  I told him to not even turn on his computer, that I needed his help.  That was wasted breath.  He left his table setting in the livingroom with scissors, tape (I don't know what for), and other things on it, he wouldn't help me change the bed, he wouldn't get dressed, and he got on the computer and stayed there until about 1:30 this afternoon.
When Mary and I went to lunch, I didn't offer to bring him anything to eat.  I figure if he can't go with us, he can go hungry.  He's supposed to be on break.  Yeah, right!
He finally got off the phone when Ronnie came out to work this afternoon.
I asked him to get the life-sized Nativity blow-molds down from the barn lost for me.
He did (well, part of them).
He then made a big turmoil about how they were supposed to stand up.  I told him how to run monofilament from one point to another, and wind it around their necks to keep them upright.
After about an hour, he told me I should come and check them out.
It looked like they had taken them all out there and piled them in a heap.
I don't even want to turn them on.
I think I can count on another spoiled Christmas.
Twenty four years of this.
I should have left town on December the first, and not came back until January.