Mal: But it ain't all buttons and charts, little albatross. You know what the first rule of flying is? Well, I suppose you do, since you already know what I'm about to say.

River: I do. But I like to hear you say it.

Mal: Love. You can learn all the math in the 'Verse, but you take a boat in the air that you don't love, she'll shake you off just as sure as the turning of the worlds. Love keeps her in the air when she oughta fall down, tells you she's hurtin' 'fore she keens. Makes her a home.

I've decided that when I redo my kitchen, I want clear fronts. That I'll put the same kinda cling stuff to hide the contents so I can switch it up. And that I'll have an island where the table now is, I think, as it actually works well, moreso than my neighbor's which has the island counter jutting from the other wall, nearest the door. And I might do a popout window like my other neighbor did. Doesn't really gain that much space, but I could push the sink out 6 inches or so. And put in a really deep farmsink. With 2 sections, maybe. When I completely redo the kitchen in something like 15 years.

I might be avoiding thinking about cleaning and yardwork and my hell swim-week (Annual pool cleaning, have to drive to Towson starting Monday until next Tues. And Sunday is Parkville. Fuuuuuck.) right now.

Ginger, will you marry me? That's perfect.

Went to dinner with my parents at a great Italian place, and didn't have anything to drink but a sip of limoncello (ick), and I feel drunk anyway. Sadly, I think it's just my blood sugar is sky high. But it was so worth it.

Ooh, thanks, Ginger. That might work nicely.

Yes! I'm almost cleared to sleep! One more task on the repository backup.

I guess I could have dinner.

But I figure if I'm sleeping my head doesn't hurt.

I drove to Traverse City to see a show. The show was lots of fun and many of the cast/crew were happy to see me. Tomorrow is brunch with a friend and back to Chicago. I'm currently lounging in the home of friends who are off at a lake somewhere.

Hair is now six inches shorter, husband is traumatized.

Have you reminded him that it grows back?

You do not even want to hear the extent of the conversations we have had. If nothing else, I have reminded him that it will look different tomorrow when it's not blown out straight and full of product.

Husband needs to chill! He's always loved your hair long, hasn't he? But seriously, it's your hair, and six inches is not very much!

It's totally that stereotypical men love long hair thing.