Not sure why I am writing today.  Did my strength and core work at the gym and walked a hill on the treadmill.  Practiced a new song on guitar.  I really hate that stupid F# chord.  Bought a book for a friend's birthday, The Christmas Sweater by Glen Beck.  A really beautiful story, really.  Got the book in the mail.  It will be late of course.  Mailed some other junk.  Did some laundry.  Stupid washer.  I have to babysit every load, and every couple of minutes, I have to stop it and re arrange the clothes.  They get tied in knots around the aggitator.  Our tax refund isn't there yet.  I hope the feds don't decide to do what California is doing and send us an IOU instead.  Got another rejection letter.  Was starting to think these people didn't care.  I think I have only one more querry letter out there, waiting to come back as a rejection.  It got cold again.  Our high for the day was 28 and we hit that at like 6AM.  Oh well, I have to go pick up my daughter from school.  Leaving it at okay.  Nothing terrible happened today, nothing special or good either.