I had the day off today. A "perk" of having 5 evening Board meetings this month. Yeah. Right.

At any rate, today was a glorious day. I spent most of it inside, in my office. Which I spent all weekend cleaning - so now I can move around, and the carpet is even vacuumed. Being in here feels gooood.

I wrote. Writing was gooood.

I enjoyed pretending that I didn't have an obnoxious day job 30 miles away from here. And it felt gooood.

Everything about today felt gooood. Except that tomorrow it goes back to being ok. Or perhaps baaaaad. Because I've just shifted Monday to Tuesday, and that sucks for Tuesdays.

But tomorrow will look after itself. It always does, and worrying about what hasn't happened yet is a useless exercise.

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I also spent a part of today engrossed in PD James novels. I love that woman's books. I haven't read many this past decade, so going into the bookstore and looking up her name was a sweet surprise. I'm at least 8 books behind. I picked up four of them. The other four will have to wait.

The part I like about her books, more than anything else, is that I can't swallow them down in an afternoon. No - it takes two, or maybe three days of reading in order to come, finally, to the end. And oh, I so enjoy it, the way she puts everything together. Her use of language is so lovely.

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I'm still treading gingerly in the world of Facebook. It hasn't bitten me yet, but I'm on guard. If you want to friend me, email me and I'll give you my name.

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Haven't gotten an update about Dad yet today, but I'm not worried. I'm sure he's fine, if a bit wobbly.