My dining room table looks much worse that Steph's right now.

Woo hoo!

I mean, in the sense that I'm not the messiest. (At least, not the messiest for today.)

a guy from my old firm who is one of the few people I really miss from there

Your minion?

"And Ginger races to the lead in the Self-Inflicted Wounds Derby, passing Hil and Erin on the outside corner..."

I sorta think they can all just share the gold medal.

I sorta think they can all just share the gold medal.

They're all champions no doubt, but they swap the lead on an almost daily basis.

Is Cass in that self-harm derby, or does she just do improbable things like set water on fire?

Am off to pick up my mother in a minute--in an amusing change from teenagerhood, I woke up at 8:15 and bustled about and got coffee, and called when I said I would at 8;45AM...and didn't hear back for a bit because she was still asleep! And she's on East coast time!!

Since she is a gardener, we are going to go to Home Depot and a nursery and buy plants and "loppers" and other things, and attack my tiny gardenish space. She discovered last night that I have a GINORMOUS ROSEMARY bush. Who knew? I didn't try to SMELL my plants!

They're all champions no doubt, but they swap the lead on an almost daily basis.

I think it averages out. And besides, no one really wants to challenge them for the lead.

Ugh. I worked on straightening the basement for about 40 minutes, and that's about all I can stand. Got some straightening done.

It's too much to hope for that when the x and her husband are here next weekend, "going through" the mounds of stuff they left in the basement means "putting garbage in bags and hauling it away," right?! Because with the flood, most of it is trash now. LOTS of it was crap that should have been tossed, anyway,before it got wet.

Ugh.

This time I was attacked by physics instead of gravity. I was pulling out a nail that was inexplicably stubborn, since I had only nailed it in about half an inch before I bent it. I did not sufficiently allow for the trajectory of the equal and opposite reaction. I have a bruise on my jaw and a dull headache.

Then I went to a Braves game that would have been lovely, in the sense that the weather was beautiful and the seats were good, except that the Braves threw it away with both hands.

This is the weekend of tributes to the retiring Bobby Cox, and I suspect the only tribute he wants is two wins. Unbeknownst to him, the grounds crew mowed and dyed his number, 6, into the field. His reported reaction: Oh, shit.

I'm admiring Kathy for her perseverance and courage. I don't think that's the right route for me, but I certainly need to be doing something. We'll be cheering you on, Kathy.

Also, yay for good Zmayhem news.

Sorry for stealing all the sleep the last couple of days. In all fairness, I did need it. Work this week left me sore and weary but I'm feeling more human now and only slightly sore in the muscles that I can't get to relax.

Thursday's 14 hour day ended with a very charming Frenchman asking if I would come to the show tonight.

This time I was attacked by physics instead of gravity. I was pulling out a nail that was inexplicably stubborn, since I had only nailed it in about half an inch before I bent it. I did not sufficiently allow for the trajectory of the equal and opposite reaction. I have a bruise on my jaw and a dull headache.

Ugh, that sounds both so awful and so likely to happen when hammering.

Went to the Chinese bakery this morning for breakfast. Unfortunately the owner had not put out the signs, and so I think I picked up something that was flavored with bonito and horseradish. I dunno. Eating donut instead.