Woo! Got a prompt & resonable response from a junk hauler, in Waverly even. So I can get rid of some stuff, like my old loveseat.

Which, fuck, means I'll need to shake it out for cattoys & who knows what. & make my basement accessible. Which currently contains a shitload of cardboard from the litter box enclosure that arrived after recycling day.

More than a year after he died, my father started receiving new issues of Discover magazine. WTF, people.

TUESDAY JUNK HAUL!

I think Fringe would be a good move for Alison, creatively. She's got an extensive client list of routine people like me (except, I let her do what she wants) & is the one they direct to for new styles & I think she could play more there. But she still goes and does her nursing home bound clients on off days. But I know nothing about the salon biz.

I made pancakes for breakfast to confirm that I am just not that into pancakes! Oh well.

You guys -- Maine is doing ranked-choice voting! (I'm currently learning on NPR...)

San Francisco did ranked-choice voting, which is why it took all week to find out who the new mayor is.

They've got it pretty well down in Cambridge, MA, I think -- I'm pretty sure they get results same-night now.

In other news, my most embarrassing housekeeping success of the day: I just threw away all the canned food my grandmother had stored in the basement. My grandmother who died five years ago.

In other news, my most embarrassing housekeeping success of the day: I just threw away all the canned food my grandmother had stored in the basement. My grandmother who died five years ago.

No embarrassment there! You did get rid of it after all.

And in the intervening five years you were well provisioned for the zombie apocalypse.

Timelies all!

Gary's mom came over to watch Mr. S while we went to lunch and got groceries. Exciting, I know.

We lost at the casino. But had fun.

Also Jacuzzi bubble baths are the bomb.

That is not embarrassing that is tackling a majorly onerous project.