We're crossing our fingers. We've heard dates set before. But we're getting close regardless. Replacement countertop on Monday, propane appliances installed on Tuesday. Studio floor on Wednesday. Woodstove on Thursday. And that should be it.

I need to take a bunch more photos now, but we've got the floors all papered and taped up, so I kinda wanna wait until we can take final photos.

Gah. The police found pipe bombs in a man's apartment a block away from where I live: [link]

Yay Liese! Boo Tom!

When is the Democratic primary in South Carolina? The primaries are going by so fast I can't keep track!

When is the Democratic primary in South Carolina?

Next weekend, I think?

Not to be exploding the Scola, please.

Congratulations, Liese! Does it look like a Victorian Folly in the desert?

Matilda is 100% fussaboo this morning. And she's mostly over her cold too.

Reported warnings to Emmett to avoid kissing her goopy face were to no avail and we're now into the I-told-you-so portion of the weekend where he thinks he's got a cold.

Also I'm getting a cold sore and we have to completely rearrange the bedroom before this afternoon.

::contemplates coffee and the life of quiet coffee contemplation. Wonders if more people would join monasteries if they could sit around in cozy chairs reading mysteries all day and drinking hot beverages::

Hey, I just remembered what the date is!

Only one more year of Dubya....

Perkins, perhaps a possible change in plants. Insent.

Consider the plants changed.

Aha! the bedroom rearranging has been postponed. I am free to merely organize.

::goes back to coffee and sits zazen with the A's offseason roster moves. Is vaguely concerned with the mutability of Kat's plants.::

Awww, fuck. Suzanne Pleshette died. She's one of my all-time great media crushes.