Monday, October 22, 1984

I fed and watered the dogs and cat, grabbed the newspaper and went to Alma's, after finishing my shift at Ruth's.

Alma napped on the couch today, and I napped on the floor at her feet for forty-five minutes. I am just worn out! I slept nine and one-half hours last night at Ruth's, but it wasn't consecutively.

After work at Alma's, I stopped at the grocers and hardware store. I picked up cat food, all-purpose glass cleaner, c-clamps to affix the pool cover to the pool, two light bulbs and combination coasters/ashtrays in the shape of small skillets.

I saw a man I dated twenty-five years ago. He said he was having to work for cash, even though he is part-owner of a business, and the Internal Revenue Service can't touch him. This country is making everyone cheat.

I got a letter from the unemployment office stating that I've been overpaid $114.00. Thank goodness I'm part of the underground society. Are they out of money again; is every agency running out of money?

I went to Ruth's straight from Alma's, which will pay me an extra $8.25.