A recruiter called me on my work line yesterday. That's new! I told her I couldn't be useful to her, but she was all "You're a senior business analyst?" "You report to Keith?" (yes and no, but I know which Keith she means, so this is creepy from a stranger).

She's in the same office complex as I am, and even though I told her I wasn't looking and I don't make hiring decisions, but she still wants to do coffee.

Huh.

Oh yeah, I guess she called me on my work line, so I guess she thinks it's OK.

I kind of love that USA went straight from an NCIS marathon to "a special presentation" of Milk, introduced by NPH.

I just spent part of the morning watching Neil's Puppet Dreams online.

Also, I was tempted to ask if one of the bartenders serving me at dinner tonight gets a commission from the Devil. She brought the bread I asked them to hold, extra croutons for my low-carb Caesar salad, and a bed of rice pilaf with my entree that wasn't mentioned on the menu.

I'm doing laundry so I can pack my suitcase for my flight to New York tomorrow morning. I got caught in not one but two torrential downpours today, but whatevs, I got in some exercise and went to the bank and picked up some snacks.

My hair hasn't dried since I got back from the pool at 5:30- 3 hours ago. Because I have margarita vacuum&mopped, and even with my house being temperate, I sweated. A lot. I head sweat.

And I forgot to deliver strawberries. Which I can't do until my floor dries between here and the front door.

BUT in high school, I hope they do Richard III. Then Grace could play him. In fact, I'm going to start teaching her to say, "Now is the summer of our discontent."

I think this would be very cute.

I am sorry, msbelle. What a terrible thing for that family.

It is too hot here. And it's not even summer.

Kat,

I really like your attitude.

Adorable jumping donkey.

I'm beside myself. Fucking hospice appears to have no weekend staff. No answer at the main line or any of the cell numbers I have.