The Engine Turns on a Dime

60 Minutes stopped by again. Whenever the segment actually airs, if you see a lady peeling 34 quarts of Sierra Beauty apples, that lady would be me.

After my shift ended I hopped in on the wine class the restaurant has every monday then headed home, at which point a random guy asked if he could walk along with me and recite some poetry to me. Ok so when he was done with two (actually pretty decent) poems, he tried to sell me a little book of poems he had put together. Still, feeling like I'm living the good life. AND, I can now walk up stairs like a normal person.

Don't ask about going down stairs yet.