The Daily Show took righteous aim at Brown and Chertoff last night. That's how I spent my breakfast time, watching that. It gives you hope for the human race.

I also got out the important garbage -- the kitchen stuff -- before the trucks came. Only four bags from the basement, but at least that stuff is just non-food trash that can wait another week.

Timelies all!

Little by little, things are getting unpacked. Last night I unpacked the videos/DVDs.(I've already unpacked the books, clothing and jewelry, in that order. Priorities...)

Jesse, is it helpful if clothes donated are marked by size?

If I'm donating a box of size 12 skirts, for example, followed by size large sweaters?

I have sheet sets that are clean and pretty, sorted out with their matching pillow cases. How should those be packaged to make it easier for sorting?

I dunno, Allyson, but I suspect those answers would be different depending on the agency you're giving to.

Wow, Sheryl, you're a HARD CORE bookaholic. :-)

My dutifulness amounted to washing dishes this morning. And then, as a reward, Flatmate's study buddy called her up to ask if she wanted to go to a Red Sox game with him, and she can't, and she told him to ask me.

So, now I have plans for this evening! Bleacher ticket. I doubled-back immediately after leaving the house, realizing I would really need my binocs from way out in center field.

If I hadn't been dawdling and washing dishes, I would have left for work already, and not have been home when he called. Serendipity!

Clearly someone didn't drink enough alcohol of sufficiently high proofage to prevent this...

Sadly, this is true. Although in my defense, 80% of my group contracted the Con Plague, so it was a pretty damn contagious little bastard.

Timelies!

Isn't it weird when you're dreaming, and you interrupt what you're doing to go to the bathroom in your dream, and then you wake up because you have to go to the bathroom?

Well, it's better than waking up because you HAD to go to the bathroom....

Heh.

Once I dreamt that I was swimming underwater. Then I thought, "Hey, you're not supposed to breath underwater." So I held my breath and woke up from that.

And once I wondered if I was dreaming, so I pinched myself. That caused me to wake up.

I realize I have forgotten just how big the orbits of the planets are. I was thinking that I could do a scale model of the solar system in our yard using all 150 feet and drawing pictures of the planets (well, I'd figure the small ones would pretty much be dots a few millimeters across, so not really pictures) on paper and staking them in the ground. Alas, to fit the solar system in the yard requires that the Sun be about 10mm across and that the Earth be 90 microns across to fit the orbit of Pluto in the yard (I would actually feel okay to exclude Pluto from the planets but I don't want to get my daughter all confused) at 139 feet from the Sun.