Sunday afternoon
Just got off the phone with S, who claims to have one foot out the door and the other on a banana peel. T was allegedly in the car tooting his horn. A mere 30 hours later than planned---that's not even a record!---which amuses the heck out of me.
I'm home, have snagged the parcel from my mailbox---haven't opened it yet, but I'm gleefully anticipating Jim Beaver's memoir, Life's That Way. Many thanks to pwcorgigirl, who, when I grumped that it isn't in our local library system, offered me her gently-read copy.
Watched last night's Harper's Island, oh my. Am going to hold off on Royal Pains---I have no doubt USA will rerun it.
Surprisingly, I'm not as wretchedly uncomfortable as I have been for the last few weeks, perhaps because I've been cool and happy for a few days, so it isn't cumulative misery.
Next up, I'm going to head over to Schnauzerland. I have learned not to take anything for granted, so I'm going to check the fridge there BEFORE I hit Publix. (It never fails---if I stop at the store, there will be tons of everything. If I don't, it'll be a bag of limp lettuce and some squishy tomatoes.)
I'm home, have snagged the parcel from my mailbox---haven't opened it yet, but I'm gleefully anticipating Jim Beaver's memoir, Life's That Way. Many thanks to pwcorgigirl, who, when I grumped that it isn't in our local library system, offered me her gently-read copy.
Watched last night's Harper's Island, oh my. Am going to hold off on Royal Pains---I have no doubt USA will rerun it.
Surprisingly, I'm not as wretchedly uncomfortable as I have been for the last few weeks, perhaps because I've been cool and happy for a few days, so it isn't cumulative misery.
Next up, I'm going to head over to Schnauzerland. I have learned not to take anything for granted, so I'm going to check the fridge there BEFORE I hit Publix. (It never fails---if I stop at the store, there will be tons of everything. If I don't, it'll be a bag of limp lettuce and some squishy tomatoes.)