Well, the problem is its now 803AM, and the race does not start until 930. But I don't want to move my car for fear of not being able to find another spot. Good thing I have a kindle.

That is a long time to wait. Hooray kindle!

I hope Lee is on her way. Whee!

OK, I have breakfasted and coffee'd and it is not scorching hot yet, I'd better get some work done while I can.

I've walked my 2 miles, fed and watered the cats, eaten breakfast, and gotten the fluffy kitten comfortable batting at my finger through the deck railing with his paws and being petted a bit as long as he doesn't see my hand coming toward his head. Incidentally got close enough to determine the kitten is in fact a he, and because he was trailing half the refuse from the alley in his fur this morning I have named him Dustbunny.

I think we're getting a last blast of heat here, too. Fingers crossed it's the last time. I want FALL.

Speaking of tea, I just finished my Teavana Strawberry Champagne Rose. Anyone have any recommendations for a not-black Adagio tea that makes a good iced tea? Fruity and flowery much appreciated.

The ones labelled "patio dress" look like house dresses to me

Except they are supposed to be synonyms, and everything on that page is supposed to be a patio dress, since the page is titled patio dress.

Overnight work went as well as can be expected, which--I was awake, but not stressed. And the last guy did his bit a lot sooner than scheduled, so yay. I got a couple hours sleep at one shot.

Yay sleep!

Is it just me, or does Ikea's "It's the magic inside your drawers" [link] have more than one meaning?

In my pants.

Exactly.

These people [link] are charging astonishing prices for things I have hanging around the house and which lurk in many a grandparent's garage. I wonder how I could charge $150 for five oil cans?

It's the kind of stuff that made my neighbors and relatives in the country laugh when I was a kid, when the decorators and collectors would come down from the big city to the estate auctions so they could get stuff cheap. Not realizing that the local yokels were bidding up stuff we thought was junk so they could fleece the out of towners.

I still have problems looking at design magazines touting Country Charm and not thinking "No, that's the old broken table my aunt put out in the barn because it wasn't any good anymore."

obvious parallel to things I love not being appreciated on the future is obvious

Not that kind of stuff, but it is weird looking around at my grandmother's stuff and trying to figure out what might be worth anything, and what's for a yard sale. Good thing some of us have some information, because she has some stupid looking wall clock that is apparently worth a couple hundred dollars.