Beating back entropy with a stick . . .

Delia is signed up for karate for a month. We can't possibly make the Wednesday lessons at 4:30 p.m., so we'll be attending Saturday at 9:00 a.m. There goes my sleep in day. Well, it's for a good cause.

Rob says he will either have the e-mail accounts reconstructed by tomorrow, or mostly re-constructed by tomorrow, but tomorrow night, he says, I can download. ("Unless I get held up somehow.") I'm hanging onto that promise. Then I can clean up the office and start getting back to a normal schedule.

The tub has been re-grouted. It must be dried out and cured and then sealed. Shower Saturday, bath by Thursday, I think. It looks lovely, although the tiles along the bottom row which were replaced have a slightly different glaze. Oh, well. At least it won't leak.

I got books in the mail! Lovely, lovely new books, many of them YA so Fiona will love them, too, fresh from the publisher, sent to me by sdn, goddess of mercy. This has cheered me up marvelously.

And have learned that Mary Fahl, lead singer formerly of the October Project is coming to town and I'll be able to go hear her at the 400 bar because she'll be playing there on Friday, June 13. And since Friday nights are my designated nights out, I get to go. How cool is that!

So, feeling lots better.

Cheers,
Peg