Just from her. I can't tell if there's other confirmation.

Then I will continue to cling to hope!!! I'ma ask Ed, the neighborhood busybody. Or, um, go to Parasol's directly and see what the what is. OH YES I WILL CALL OUT JEFF. And eat a roast beef po'boy. And drink several Miller Lites.

FUCK YEAH!

I have now ordered little rubber and/or felt feet thingies for all my furniture that used to be on carpet and is now on wood floors. I feel quite the balebuste. (I just read this [link] , so I'm feeling all reclaimy about that word now.)

Muah-ha-ha!

The obnoxious loudmouth who was bellowing song lyrics and nonsense phrases at the top of his voice this afternoon at the community center pool took exception when a slow ballad came on the Top 40 station the PA was broadcasting, and kept pestering the lifeguards to change it.

So they did.

Just as the first verse of "Dancing Queen" was starting up on another station.

Perhaps a few days of having his internal soundtrack scored by ABBA will teach Noisy McBlurter that not all attention is good attention.

Figuring out book organization comes much lower on my list, after getting the big pile of stuff out of my front room and to where it belongs, I think, but the lack of organization is bugging me.

That's why I always label my book packing boxes with numbers, so I know which order to open them up and reshelve, unless I get the urge to rearrange them after moving. I have so many boxes of books when I move that shelving them is the first thing I do, since it clears out almost half of my boxes from my to-be-unpacked stacks. Doing the kitchen unpacking takes care of most of the rest of them.

Yeah, I've got them arranged differently here than at my old place. The little bookcase that had been paperback novels is now math books, and I've got one more shelf of my medium-sized bookcase free because I moved my CDs elsewhere, and now I have to totally rethink what goes where.

Hil, do you ever get moments when you find yourself thinking of your old advisor, then realize "I never have to speak to that man again!"?

Hil, do you ever get moments when you find yourself thinking of your old advisor, then realize "I never have to speak to that man again!"?

Unfortunately, I do have to speak to him again. A pretty big amount of my work the past year and a half was going toward my part of an article we're cowriting, and it's not done yet, and I really need to get that published to add to my CV for the next round of job applications. And I might still need one or two more letters of recommendation from him.

ION, how did I end up with almost half a gallon of spare change? I really need to go through that more often. I noticed a CoinStar machine at Wegman's, so I'll take the coins next time I go there.

Dude, I am hot and tired. Taught this morning, and now I have grocered and come home. The SO just now left for his weekend trip and I already miss him like a giant sap. I do not know how the PixDesigns do it. And we used to! He used to be gone a week out of every month. This is just three days, but I`m no longer acclimated to it. Although I do have a vehicle this time, so that helps.
 
I`m at that point where I think I`m going to accomplish so much while he`s gone. Everything anybody says I think I can do. Like, ooh, I can do the recycling. And ooh, I can reorg my bookshelves. But truthfully I will probably loll around until it`s two hours after every mealtime and I suddenly realize I`m starving.
 
Speaking of which, I told the SO I wouldn`t need to grocer, but then I got 45 dollars worth of stuff. Gonna have to take it out of my spending money. Blah.
 
Anyway. Should I go swim now or not? It`s hot and I would feel better, but it looks like there are people there and I have to leave for church at 6:15.

Have accomplished shower and grocery, and MOST IMPORTANT, liquor store. Still have a few things to do, but most everything is all right.

Have only had peach today. I gotta eat something.