I have a massage appointment tomorrow -- should I worry about going in with a cold? The internet says maybe, the place's website is silent on the topic as far as I can tell, and the office is closed today.

My host has just turned off the Saints game because they were stressed out. Hmm.

My sister sent me a link to the One Life To Live gay sex scene. Does this exceed prime time gay sex scenes? We still don't see any in-bed motion, but nekkid gay cuddling!

The Saints are resting Brees. I'm not sure how many people expect them to win.

Birthday Felicitations, shrift!

There's Actual Sunshine out there. I may go stand in it and blink for a while. Otherwise, more unpacking while H watches (more, god why?) football.

I put my vinyl shower curtain through the washer. I don't use bleach and I don't put it in the dryer. It's gone through at least half a dozen washes with no sign of degradation. YvinylMV.

I've been putting the holiday stuff away today. The tree is down, boxed, and in the storage shed. I have a table full of ornaments that I'll put away at some point today. Then there's a bunch of living room reorg that needs to happen today. (The vacuum may come into play.)

I've decided to leave the lights up in the window and along the kitchen counter until spring. They're too cheery in the dark months to give up, and as they're LED lights I figure they aren't wasting too much electricity.

I put my vinyl shower curtain through the washer. I don't use bleach and I don't put it in the dryer. It's gone through at least half a dozen washes with no sign of degradation. YvinylMV.

I treat my plastic shower curtain the same way. I wash it on cold with baking soda then hang it back up partially wet. (The spin cycle gets most of the water off.)

My mother is now getting a Mii. For some reason they're peer pressuring everyone into Wii tennis but me. Which is just fine, because, no.

My host is ritual fanatic Saints fan. She doesn't wear Saints paraphernalia anymore, because the Bush stuff didn't work out so well last season.

Meanwhile I'm seated in the corner trying to work out how to hook my camera up to the Mac to upload my five pics to Flickr. I have to turn in my tech geek card, because it's just not happening.

My host is ritual fanatic Saints fan. She doesn't wear Saints paraphernalia anymore, because the Bush stuff didn't work out so well last season.

WHO DAT!?!?

My host is ritual fanatic Saints fan. She doesn't wear Saints paraphernalia anymore, because the Bush stuff didn't work out so well last season.

In that case, I completely understand her not wanting to watch this game.

I finished re-assembling the garage sink's P-trap, etc. I am unsure what is so marvelous about a Marvel Connector, but it does not leak and it drains quickly, so, win.

Happy birthday, shrift!

ita, eat gumbo for me. I have been craving gumbo like a crazy person, and am not sure if there's anyplace in Seattle to get really good gumbo. (Yes, I know, I could try my hand at making some, but the idea of making a roux terrifies me.)