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Psycho-logical test. My brother Matt sent me this: This is an authentic psychological test: It is a story about a girl–While at the funeral of her mother, she met a man whom she did not know. She thought he was amazing, her dream guy, and she fell in love with him but never asked for

Shower. Taking showers is supposed to be good for having ideas because, according to whatever source Doyce heard it from, ios are released into the air, exciting your brain. Neat idea, but sleeping in always works better for me…I lay in bed (I’m always the first one up) and wait for everyone else to wake

Spirited Away. Lee dug this out the other day for Ray. The first time she watched it, he said, he kept having to rescue her. Yubaba would come on, or Haku would get hurt, and that would be it. But she kept insisting on watching it. She sat snuggled in my arms the whole time

Halloween… …has been survived. I managed to get all the errands done in the afternoon with time still for Ray and me to take a shower. It’s difficult to convince her to get out of there before the water turns cold, but I did it. And even then there was time to do some yoga,

Chapter Four. Done with “Friday.” I don’t know what the page count is; I have to type it all in. Woo Hoo! Just Saturday left, with a little finishing up for Sunday. And I don’t mean this weekend 🙂 Update: Pages typed in, at 413, 80,220 words. Phew.

A Good Day to Think. Today is a good day to think. There are days when you follow time through one thing to the next, days when you let go of time, and days when you just worry. Too bad I have nothing that needs thinking about. Only ideas to play with.

So. So the other thing that went wrong last weekend was the sewer. As it turns out, it wasn’t just the mass of toilet paper, it was the tree roots. All better now.

Reviews. The Tattoo Murder Case, by Akimitsu Takagi Lost in a Good Book, by Jasper Fforde The Decline and Fall of Practically Everybody, by Will Cuppy The Tattoo Murder Case is a…murder mystery novel, of all things, which I suppose you never would have guessed based on the title. Seeing as my basis for comparison

Ray’s Birthday: Her actual birthday was on Friday. Lee worked until after bedtime. We were going to go to the Boo at the Zoo, at the Cheyenne Moutain Zoo, last night but: I dropped the e’fant head back at the house on the way out the door. Military types turned us back at the pass.

Spoiler. We went out to “Pirates of the Carribean” finally last night. You know what I’m thinking? Will Turner’s dad has been rotting away as a living skeleton at the bottom of the ocean for years now, and suddenly he’s just been crushed to death. –The pirates sent him to the bottom of Davy Jones’s