Men's singles are done, Dana.

Thanks, Amy.

Awww, and Matilda's now lobbying to go back to "the big church" again; when I told her it made me too sad, she said, "I'll be there with you, silly! And if you get scared, I'll hold your hand."

Aww!

I am feeling ridiculously proud of myself for having looked at my grocery store receipt and making them give me $5 the flyer promised, but the computer didn't process. I kind of felt like a crazy person standing there, but hey -- $5!

we did all the shopping, and I lived through yesterday's bike-decorating + pool neighborhood drama, so I can just faff around on the interwebs, right?

Kat, you are welcome to come to our house and cook, if single-coast cooking isn't productive enough for you. HKF can keep you company. She'll be up.

Matilda's a sweetie.

Y'all have been busy this morning. I had a craptastic run around 6:30, sweated sullenly on the sofa for a couple of hours, gave the cat his monthly meds, and got one load of laundry done. Mostly I've been slounging around reading books. This weekend I finished a mystery novel, read a Georgette Heyer, and now I'm partway through Heartless. I'm hoping there'll be time to read a couple more from Mount Toberead tomorrow, too.

I just don't get morning people. I admire them, but I don't get them. At 9:50 this morning, I was in bed, sleepily plotting how to kill my neighbor for daring to start mowing their lawn at that time.

I'm a total medium person -- I would like to sleep midnight-8, pretty much. But also a total lazy-ass! So I might wake up, but I don't want to do much....

I woke up at 7 am, and my husband's reaction (he was already up and playing the new (to us) Harry Potter game) was "What's wrong?!"

I just slept a lot, getting over the EW GROSS stomach ick that plagued me since I Drank The Water (dead raccoon, county-wide boil order I didn't see because I'm not glued to TV, bleargh), and then the cats woke me, wanting food NOW, ZOMFG.

JZ, backflung, although I imagine you're still at church. Well-done, passionate and compelling, as per usual. And a hearty WTFF? for your former parish's struggles from this heathen.

Will I go to hell for calling priests a...naughty perjorative? Oh, well...

The white wardrobe in my bedroom is now white with blue trim and coral and blue drawer pulls. What else can I paint? I want to paint everything!

Catching up:

Yay, haircut, Perkins!

Good on you for calling the locksmith, Zen. I'd have done the same.

Consuela, that's a cautionary tale about vetting petsitters, no doubt (and such a sad reality for that kid), but it must have been guilt-inducing and angering for your parents.

Liese, I'm with you on the crotchety. Of course, everybody in the world suddenly *is* a baby from my POV. ::waggles cane in a menacing fashion::.

Erin, ugh. And ow. What do state health folks intend to do for those people who don't have/don't listen to or watch radio and tv? Newspaper announcement? There should be some plan. The present one is obviously inefficient. I'm sorry for the blargh.

JZ, I'm full of admiration and encouragement for you and your neighbors and compatriots. They couldn't have a better spokeswoman than you, with your gift of language.

The rest of you, make me tired with your industry, make me smile with your usual perspective, wit, and charm.

I'ma go celebrate, in a very low-key way, another year married to this cute guy. Laters.