I have spent the morning searching for a place we can shut down this year celebrate our date-iversary on Sunday. I finally found a nice restaurant we haven't been to yet that is both open and taking reservations. Then I sent out invites to a small gathering at our apartment on NYE. The rest of the day is all about the indoor pants and reading new books!

One Laptop Per Child uses manipulated image and voice of John Lennon to promote initiative: [link]

Sean, glad to hear S is doing better, and you too.

It being mostly cloudy and 70, I think Dallas stole SoCal weather. And I'm feeling particularly lazy. I have the sliding glass door open to get fresh air in the apartment. So I guess I'm guarding my apt from wildlife getting in. Ya. That's what I'm doing. Sure it looks like I have my feet up in the recliner, but I really am doing something. Right?

My first reaction to the Lennon link is Ewwww.

I'm trying to work up the energy to clean my house. Really need to do it. Don't wanna.

Oh man... I think I'm catching Abby's cold. This would suck mightily, but if there's going to be any kind of bright side, it's that it's at least after Christmas and there are no alarms for me to respond to for the next week.

Ugh. Just went shopping, and it took up 47 minutes to get out of the mall parking garage.

We just opened our presents from my aunt and uncle. I got the DVD of Hairspray. My parents had also gotten me that DVD, but my parents got me the 1-disc edition, and my aunt and uncle got me the "2-disc Shake and Shimmy Edition," so it's got some extra stuff, including a thing teaching the dance steps. My mother has decreed that tonight we're watching Mamma Mia, though.

Sean, I'm glad things are looking up for S. I hope that things continue to improve as the year changes over.

I'm in a hotel room in Charleston, WV. My dad's in a room across the hall. I think the ride over from the Winston-Salem, NC, area was a bit much for him. He's cold and tired and doing his 82-year-old door-mouse imitation under the covers. Still, it's a hell of a lot better than driving him all the way up past Detroit, through sleet and other forms of wintery mix. With any luck hanging with his grandchildren will reinvigorate him tomorrow.

Apparently my link in the immediate post after saying that you can' hover with that link was too subtle. I should have had arrows and pointers and "here's the hoverable one."

I'm simply impressed that so many people were so very concerned to see that we didn't miss out on the real person slash.

AUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!

Jesus God, I am reading my email and responding to said email, which is every bit as private as my pen and paper correspondence, not that the difference matters one whit to you, since as far as you're concerned, it's all fair game for reading over my shoulder!

I came into my bedroom so I could work on answering email and open up my word doc and she followed me in here, climbed on the bed, and began looking over my shoulder again. Then, when Lewis called on his way home from work, she STAYED IN HERE through the whole freakin' conversation.

Am I being unreasonable that this is making me crazy?

Not unreasonable at all, Barb. I think you can work it to your advantage by posting -- in unambiguous language -- how intrusive and inappropriate she's being. That way she'll see it when she looks over your shoulder.

Do you not feel comfortable just telling her to stop it? Or did I skim and miss a post where you said that you already did, but she disregarded it?