Stopping in for some Friday night groceries, I almost got myself into quite a pickle ( Read more... )

was my motto for the long weekend.

By 10 a.m. on Saturday, I'd been to the bank and the post office (no blood spilled), done my shopping, and had gotten the laundry well underway.

I was so proud of myself that I spent the rest of the weekend in bed. Not by necessity, but by choice.

I even picked up a book again, after a scandalous period ( Read more... )

Time off is precious. What did I do with it ( Read more... )

He knows if you've been bad or spacecolonspace,
So be spacecolonspace for goodness' sake.

Santa Claus is Coming to Town
from the Christmas Song Generator.
I'd rather it said "He knows if you've been spacecolonspace or good," to tell the truth. Doesn't scan any better, but more accurate ( Read more... )

Easing into the holiday season the same way I do every year: wrapping all of the square packages first.

Now that the training wheels are off, on to harder tasks. Making that fur hat look like a PlayStation.

Last night I had the best night's sleep in... many sleep attempts.

So, why aren't I doing more with it this lovely Friday eve?

As usual, all energy was expended at work:

• Completed phase one of the massive cataloging project (the phone at the ref desk's ringing already).
• Planned, scheduled, then re-scheduled and re-planned a meeting for next week ( Read more... )

It's always an auspicous start to the day when you're woken up by a marching band. Finally, my mental musical burst out, and was marching around in the parking lot! Don't know if norfolkian's day got off to such a brassy start, but hope there was sufficient birthday fanfare nonetheless.

I mastered the art of my new fangled tea delivery system, made real ( Read more... )

Since I've got a substantial solo driving trip planned for the jalopy, I finally succumbed to the 21st century and bought a cell phone. It's the prepaid, no-frills kind, and I don't expect to use it much. I doubt it'll be little more than a tow truck and highway patrol pager. Maybe my car will surprise me, and I won't need it at all ( Read more... )

Roving bands of teenagers are stalking the neighborhood, selling lemonade at $1 per glass ( Read more... )

To-do list is to-did.

Desktop surface cleaned and conquered.

Advice duly noted.

Advisors kindly thanked.

New restaurant in town tested.

This weekend has been worked for.

Provide your own red leather trousers.

Context for the 80s CanCon deprived.