In the continuing adventures of Sara's parental visit, today we went and got a rental car (my parents paid! They are so sweet!) and dropped mine off at the mechanic's. We also went to Ellicott City, toured the B&O Railway museum and wandered, wandered, wandered. Mom bought me some nice sesame ginger marinade and it was all good and fun and I'm much less stressed about the car situation. Though it would be wonderful to have my own car back tomorrow night. I'm driving an electric blue neon. It's kind of shocking. Yesterday, right in front of me, she bought me some cheery kitchen towels (cherries! strawberries! yellow!) I thought they were for my SIL (she got some for her too. But call me oblivious.)

Tomorrow, I think we hit random places we haven't been and all that.

I think I'm actually surviving a whole week with my parents in my 1 bdrm!

actually, it sounds even better than survival !

Excellent, sara.

Am home from a whirlwind trip to MA, which was fine. Now I have to go to bed, because I'm working FOUR DAYS this week! Crazy. AND doing stuff after work every night. Phew.

Poor hardworking baby!

(I only work 3 this week.)

Jesse, you're getting old.

I managed to say without any sense of self-consciousness when asked why I was leaving the party yesterday at 11pm, and someone who had to teach at 8am (I'm not on until 9:30) was staying, "He is either crazier or younger than I am. Maybe both."

Fuck it. I'm working this old thing for every ounce of sympathy I can get.

Cranberry oatmeal cookies in the oven. Bumped the cranberries up to 8oz, tossed in a bit of wheatgerm. Sugar's down to a cup, but I really should have made a note last time -- I think this is a 1/4 cup less. I hope so.

I'm less old than you, and I hate being out late. I didn't used to. Now? Hah. And really, NO going out on weeknights. Nu-uh.

It was really weird to realize that I haven't worked this many days in a row in a year. Except for school, but that doesn't count to me as "work."

Jesse, I'm really glad you went back to school. It is clear you are enjoying it immensely, and that's a lovely thing to see.

There were scenarios in which I'd have stayed out later, but really -- I was chilly, and I see these people all the time. It was a good party, and I'd been there for over three hours at that point. The street clothes novelty wasn't enough to keep me, plus if I woke up at ass o'clock in the morning, I could have buttermilk pancakes way ahead of having to teach.

I really like buttermilk pancakes.

Aw, thanks, sara.

Stop trying to justify, ita -- you're just old and cranky.

OK, off to the air conditioned bedroom for reals.