Stuck With A Day That's Gray And Lonely

[shugenja]

Todaytodaytoday. Today is not of the DC; today is of the waiting for official types to come look at my porch. "Oh!" they will say, "Your porch has nothing on it but two patio chairs and some painted rock-like things that we aren't going to be able to argue over with you. Which is very good, because we know we told you just last week that we were coming to make sure you didn't have anything but patio furniture and fake plants out here. And we don't suspect at all that more than half of our residents will hide the other items they were storing on their porches for the duration of this inspection and then put them right back out. So... good job! Bye!" Then they will leave. That's if they even bother to come in the house. I had forgotten about this. I hate them all.

So, I'm doing more laundry - downstairs this time - and some cleaning in the bedroom. And dishes. Don't forget dishes. Woo.

Far behind the times, I watched the first episode of "Firefly" last night. I went in knowing almost nothing and came out liking but not loving. I suspect that I could love, but it's not there yet. Two more episodes on the disk. We shall see. (I am a heathen. I know.)

In other news, banana bread is yummy.