It�s tomorrow, not yesterday, not today, but tomorrow!

My mother called me yesterday to wish me a happy birthday. That was very sweet of her, but it wasn�t my birthday. That joyous occasion happens tomorrow. My mother, of all people, got my birthday wrong. So I told her to call me again on Sunday, and we could start all over again.

Then my best friend left me a note on my notes page wishing me a happy birthday today! Okay, I admit, I forgot hers which was in November, but I�m making up for it with my Canadian candy care package. So, just to make sure no one else is confused, my birthday is tomorrow, January 23, and I will be 48 years old, in case anyone was wondering.

The temperature is even lower today than yesterday, and I have managed to stay inside, relatively toasty except for my feet, which get cold in their woolen socks and moccasins. I need new shearling slippers since my old ones wore out. I suppose I could just go back to wearing shoes in the house, but Hubby kind of got me out of the habit.

I�m feeling well enough to go to the symphony tonight, but Hubby isn�t. His sore throat became a terrible head cold and cough, and has been hanging on for a week now. I seem to be very fortunate that I feel practically well. It�s the echinacea, I tell him, and he just rolls his eyes. Men! So I have been trying to find a date for the other ticket. Patsy is my first choice, but there is no answer at her house.

In conclusion, to make a boring entry even more boring, I backed up my diary onto the hard disk of the new G5 today from the Zip disk it had been on, including the latest entries. After this recent inaccessibility with the server move, I realized I need to be more diligent in this matter. I still can�t access my other diary, the one I reserve for my rants. But you don�t need to know about that one.

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