Slow Recovery

Managing to get back to near normal after my visit to Seattle over the weekend...  It's a long road but many thanks to all for the fun times and caring conversation!
It is freezing in Olympia and I wanted to post a photo of the dog in front of the fire (very Norman Rockwell).  I managed to figure out how to get the camera to take a picture of the fire at night without automatically adjusting the scene for being too dark and I put the disk into the computer which then automatically adjusted the photos for me.   Grrr... Sometimes technology is just too overprotective.  I will attempt some more cosy fire photos in the future when I figure out how to defeat both the camera and computer.  It is a nice warm scene with the roaring fire and the dog and cat stretched out on the rug.  The cat is camera shy these days so when I reach for the camera he gets up and wanders off but the dog is not so easily moved (unless treats are involved).
In other news, Paul is being nice and I am confused again.  (He's "Gaslighting" me, I know he is.  Too bad he doesn't look like Charles Boyer!  Hm, by that same token it's too bad I don't look like Ingrid Bergman.  Oh well...)  I expect him to go back to being a jerk so I'm not getting my hopes up but in the meantime it's nice to be treated well!  I'll take what I can get.
I was going to rant about some stuff today and was on a really good roll after having to go to the store but by the time I got home I had lost most of my venom.  I know it was about the lack of respect for personal space.  (Some woman was so eager to buy her groceries that she was standing on top of me while I was checking out and it pissed me off.  She was so close that I didn't even see her and while I was putting my change into my wallet I was looking down but when I looked up I hit her chin with the top of my head.  That's how close she was.)  Then I was fuming about how I try to use cloth bags at the store (they're sturdier for a start, doesn't matter if they get wet and I don't have a huge build-up of plastic bags in my kitchen) but when I have to pack them myself (which I prefer anyway) the checkers never leave enough time before moving to the next person in line and shoving their groceries at me while I try to fill my bags.  It's just irritating that nobody can seem to wait an extra 10-30 seconds for anything anymore.  (People even lean on their car horns when the traffic lights take more than a minute!)  Anyway, I had a good rant earlier but have lost it for now.  I'm sure it'll come back to me the next time I have to go to the store.  I'll work on it.