Yep. Watching more of "24" season two. They haven't found the bomb yet.

Washing the infusion jar so that I can slice up the fruit into it and pour in the vodka. It has to infuse for three weeks - so I'm going to have to put a "do not touch" sticker on it or something.

Got the estimate for the replacement windows - $6700. More than a thou per window. They're out of their bloody minds.

More shopping.

I have 48 hours of unplanned, unscheduled, unstructured time. Amazing.

Taxes, schmaxes

I woke up tired today. I can't explain WHY I woke up tired today, but I did. I presented myself for my 8:15 dentist appointment, had my new crown installed (ouch) and learned that I have ANOTHER cracked tooth, just above that one. It's cracked in such a way that it's leaking under the inlay, so in eight weeks (and not a second more) I'm going back for an "onlay," in which they cut out the inlay in that one tooth, mold a new one that covers the broken area, and install it.

And another $700.

In October, I'm having the inlay put in on the lower right quadrant of my mouth, which will finish replacement of my almalgam fillings from childhood. Another $2100.

I've today gotten my desk cleared off to a considerable degree. My tax files are getting processed out, and will be mostly gone by the beginning of next week. I have the house to myself again this weekend, and it's going to be all about cleaning up and organizing. And, taking crappy picture hangars back to Wal-Mart.

I am SERIOUSLY thinking about skipping church on Sunday.

Okay, so I'm skipping church on Sunday.

How did I get tomato stains on my shirt sleeve when I didn't have anything with tomatos in it all day?

Fun, Fun, Fun links - all GAY! GAYGAYGAYGAYGAY

Here are three articles my friend Brian showed me today - anti-gay, sort of anti-gay, and anti-anti-gay. Read 'em and weep.

First, we have Garrison Keillor in a lovely anti-gay rant in Salon magazine.

Then, we have Garrison's non-apology apology on NPR.

Finally, we have Larry Kramer's anti-anti-gay rant in the LA Times - I must tell you that I agree with every single word he's written here.

Perhaps I should listen to my voice mail

It's been building up since Saturday.

I'm going in late this morning, as I'm cleaning up the living room. I've just finished separating out the "Airliners" magazines, now they need a home. I have to put up the sheet music, and sling the other box into the hall closet, and this room is, essentially, finished.

The little computer stand I have in here is just right AND the office chair that I was using in the kitchen at the Warwickshire house is the right size FOR the computer/laptop stand, so that's terrific. A few adjustments in here, and things should just be workable. I'll need to tie these cables together so that they're not all catawampus.

I need to get the car cleaned up and yet, it's supposed to rain tomorrow. Bleh.

Actually talked to Leslie last night by email for the first time in years. And, she's buying a new house. YAY!

I've gotten everything done in the living room now, except for hanging up the high school musical posters which I'm going to do in a moment. That requires moving some furniture and getting on a step stool.

later

YAY! It's all done. The living room is, anyway. Now, it's time to hit the shower and go into the office to get some work done there. Then, back here to complete resurrection of the dining room.

So, I unlocked this again

Why? Well, I figured it had been locked down long enough. I'm thinking that it's now time to open it back up - I have lost contact with a couple of people who read it, and this is just easier.

Plus, I think that it's possible nothing in here can be used against me. Now.

Late night collisions with dreams and other musings

Morning

Of course, NOW I'm motivated to take apart the dining room and re-assemble it. BLAH.

If I had the morning to myself, I'd have the dining room fully put together by noon. I know now just where to put everything and in what order to approach the mess.

But, I need to be on the road in thirty minutes or fewer.

So, I repeat - BLAH.

Last night, I was awakened by a terrific auto collision right outside the house. There seemed to be no one moaning in the street, but I lay there thinking about the dream I had two nights ago and thought "well, I had better get up and see about whether I have that text message I dreamt about."

After lunch

Goodness. I started feeling weird, got told how the cow ate the cabbage on the diet/exercise thing, had a fabulous conversation with Nicole about working out for onesself, came home and got to boil a realtor in oil. And a title company! A two-fer!

Then, Secret Agent Man came over, and .. it was like a REAL DATE or something between REAL PEOPLE.

Danger, Will Robinson.

He just left (20:10 hours) and I'm going to eat a sandwich and watch a DVD.