Ah, off to the mall. Thank goodness hubby did all the numbers work so we know which store to shop in for the proprietary phone that can’t possibly work with any other wireless service so don’t even try! Next I think we’ll have to get the signal booster that mounts on the roof so we can actually use the phones at home. We’re too close to the nearest tower, so we’re under the signal. If I could get a signal, I’d be using up my minutes every month.

The snow from yesterday is partially melted and looking ugly, so you won’t get that picture I promised yesterday. Not that I mind the snow melting, that’s for certain.

When I looked out and saw snow, I thought with dread that we’d have one of those stupid delayed openings for school. It’s one thing when a delay gives the town time to clear the roads, quite another when the snowfall clearly has a long way to go before it lets up. Thank goodness they decided to go along with the rest of the surrounding districts and cancel. I’ll take a picture later, since it’ll at least LOOK nice, even though I hate the fluffy white stuff.

I hardly slept at all last night. It has been a very, very long time since something has bothered me enough that it kept me awake and ruminating. I received correspondence accusing me of malicious (and in one case, illegal) acts. It was in the form of a Cease-And-Desist letter, and I knew it would be impossible to obey since I had not done any of the things I was accused of. When I pressed the author for evidence, obviously none could be supplied. Following correspondence pretended the accusations had never been made and further accused me of not understanding why it was important to threaten people with legal action if someone told someone that they heard that the person might have broken a rule. After being accused without foundation, then insulted and patronized, I received the classic notpology. . .”I’m sorry you have a problem.” Yeah, that kind.

Although this was regarding one of my passionate interests, I decided I could not continue to associate with people who would treat me with such disregard. I’m sad at having to give up something I love, angry at being treated like a recalcitrant child, disappointed that someone I consider a friend is now caught in the middle (but is mature and self-confident enough not to take sides.)

Well, they say no good deed goes unpunished.