Instead, I shall dye my hair.

Showered, more laundry done, pie crust chilling in the fridge. Emailed the tax guy with more information. Found Dad's slide rule. Now to the frame shop and the farmer's market!

I am getting a tire fixed, like a grown-up.

It has been needing repair for about two months.

I also got some beer for a friend's housewarming party. I need to also get some flowers.

Then maybe I will get a load of laundry in.

Oh! I did vacuum my room this morning. My carpet gets disgusting in like 2 days because the cats with food and litterboxes are closed up with me each night. Oz needing more and more care is draining on me, but he is not in pain or declining rapidly in health, just declining in behavior.

Grumpiness sounds like the appropriate response, Ginger.

I still have not decided what to do with myself today. Looking more and more like not much of anything. Which is fine. It's been a long week and last night I was dreaming about global warming causing flooding and (for some reason) giant mutant crabs that I was having trouble keeping everyone safe from. Not so restful.

I was reading The Night Circus, and enjoying it very much. I checked it out of the library in kindle format on a 7-day loan that I thought I would have the option to renew, but I have somehow messed that up and the loan has apparently ended. Opened a cookbook on the kindle and now The Night Circus is not available to me. Went to check it out again and there are no available copies. So frustrating! I put it on hold to automatically check out when it's available, but still, I have to wait. And I really want to know what happens next, dammit.

Seems I'm still sick, or getting over being sick. I feel like crap. I don't really want to go back to bed, but I don't want to do anything else either. The three-day headache and the ringing in my ears could stop anytime. Damn it, and I felt so good Wednesday! Better than I had in ages. And then I got sick with whatever this is on Thursday. Why can't I ever have more than one really good day at a time?

-t, that reminds me - I really need to put in some more requests at the library. I do love browsing, but sometimes it's nice just to go and pick up the book(s) I want.

I haven't physically gone to the library except to renew my library card in a long time. Which I feel bad about, because it's a very pleasant place, but I usually think about what books I want when I am in no mood to be getting dressed and going out into the world. Not to mention the stacks of TBR books littering the house.

We are down to less than a month to the ARP Silent Auction and I'm going nuts with all the last minute donations. Very happy to get them, byt why last minute?

But I've having issues over a recent big donation - golf for 4 with carts, drinks, and food at fancy Golf Club. A mens only Golf Club. The donation is worth about $650, not considering club membership. But really, men only? It bugs big time.

So, once upon a time I managed to get out of Nilly that her birthday is "a bit before Rosh Hashana".

And since we are a few days before the Hebrew New Year, I feel certain enough to wish a happy birthday to the person who introduced me to this board.

Happy approximated birthday, Nilly! And a joyful year to you and yours.

That is quite bugsome, Suzi.

Did you get your donut, Ginger? You definitely earned it.

Bleargh. A bunch of folks with whom I communicate mainly on FB are all in horrified mourning over the sudden death of ... someone. I don't know who, except that it's someone in a community I've been part of, and who shares a fairly common first name with close to a half dozen other people in that community.

But nobody's actually saying which one of the half dozen it was who died, and the ones who are posting are so distraught that they're brushing off all questions by those of us (I'm not the only one) who are just enough in the loop to be seriously worried but just enough out to not know for certain who they all mean. Everyone's just saying, "I'm too sad. I can't talk now. IM me later."

The folks on the outside are trying to be mindful of everyone needing to mourn in their own way and respecting other people's need to process grief in their own way, but it's deeply disconcerting to be in a grief limbo where half your flist is prostrate with sorrow and you're pretty sure you should be sorrowful, too, but you have no idea whether it will be about someone you knew or just for the sake of the people you know who knew him better, and where you can't even ask whom you're sorrowing over without feeling like you've breached etiquette in a big way.