What a weird kinda crap day. The weather, definitely crap. Homemade mac & cheese for lunch, not crap. Sorting the last 2.5 years of random "important" papers into piles so that we can file them, crap. Three episodes of Dr. Who The Ninth on BBC America, not crap. Car didn't even start this morning to drive it to the garage, crap. We had an appointment anyway and the place is directly behind us, so Tom went and explained, and then when they were ready to work on the car, they came by, gave it a jump, and brought it to the garage, not crap. My grandma sounds very old, frail, and tired, crap. I finally called her after 2 days of worrying, not crap BUT JUST KIDDING, I suck.

OK! More filing!

Starting my car this morning was such an adventure that I came in late after letting my car sit in sunlight for a couple of hours to melt some of the ice.

Nora, is your grandmother still in the hospital?

Kristin fall down go boom at ND's parents' house this weekend. I'm mostly fine, just a little banged up.

Yeowch, PixiBitch! I fell yesterday on KC's lovely sheet o' ice, and watched a girl take a dive on the sidewalk, but I fall down a lot, so it's par for the course.

I just got back after braving the FUCKING COLD cold to get a pack of cigs and some (yum) chocolate covered cherries. Coffee now -- tasty.

All the talk of ita's new BF (for reals? I S&S'd) made me ask the staff of the gourmet place down the street of they get Blue Mt. coffee, and they do. I've still never tasted it, so I think the next batch they get in, I'ma buy me a wee bit and try it.

I fall down a lot, so it's par for the course.

I do too. In fact, I'm accident-prone enough that ND created Rule #1: "Don't hurt yourself."

He says that I'm so bad at Rule #1 that we may never get to Rule #2.

PixiBitch!

P.S. I love this.

An ex-BF and I had a "one injury at a time" rule.

Well, for having to call in to work, I've been remarkably productive. I put in a cable splitter so I now get teevee reception (sssssh!) as well as cable modem, and I installed my new jewelry holders. I couldn't find necklace displays that I liked, so I bought a couple ornamental plant hangers and put those in.

Still sick, though. Sinuses and non-productive coughing. I want to go for a run, but worry about the coughing bit.

Not BF. I swear.

I mean, if I had a boyfriend everyone would know due to the immediate end of global warning and certain regimes. Not to mention cheap and efficient alternatives to fossil fuels suddenly having existing infrastructures.

Fuck a star in the east. That's for beginners. I'll show you the impossible made real.

Nora, is your grandmother still in the hospital?

She is.

I've still never tasted it, so I think the next batch they get in, I'ma buy me a wee bit and try it.

Blue Mountain Coffee is to Regular Coffee as Gelato is to Ice Cream.

Matilda is being a total boo this afternoon. (That's a good thing. Uh, I don't know why she's a boo exactly, but she just is. She's cooing and saying, "Goo!" with looks of intense concentration and smiling and gurgling and generally being super adorable.)

Also, we all walked through the park to her daycare to be and met her caregiver (Maggie) and the other baby there (Samantha). Samantha is 7 months old, already standing and cruising, built like a milk fed baby tank, red haired, blue eyed, huge cheeked and very cheerful and social. Matilda got intently interested in Other Baby and they both seemed very excited at the prospect of future socializing and cocktails and whatnot.

Then we trooped down to Haight Street and all got burritos and now we are back home, huddled around the heater and enjoying the warmth. There was ice (ice!) along the muddy grass in the shady areas of Golden Gate Park!

Did I mention my burrito was carnitas? Ohhhhhhhhh. It is the most genius meat food ever.