I woke up late today, after interesting dreams (we lived in a huge old house, with a massive library of many rooms, one of which contained a fountain/pool bigger than our bed) and half-awake ideas (would it be successful if there was a telethon where all the people answering the phones were strippers, and when donations goals were met they took more of their clothes off?).

Did some computer work. Finally flopped down in the living room with Ken and complained that it was too hot to do anything (it’s gloomy again, but disgustingly muggy), and I wanted to rent Moulin Rouge and Tomb Raider (two movies that I haven’t seen because I was waiting to get a bigger TV), and he countered with going to the movies (air conditioning!). I was having trouble justifying all this because we really should be taking in the recycling, and picking up the repaired sewing machine and taking in two more for repair, and let’s not even talk about writing… He pointed out that we have lots of movies and an IndyCar race that we’ve taped, and I could get lots of handwork done. I repeated a long-time complaint about the living room being too bright and how we need blinds in the kitchen windows (which glare across the room on the TV). We went on to discuss other things. As we talked, I gazed out the window at the sewing room. A cartoon lightbulb went off over my head. “There are blinds on the windows out there that we never use,” I said.

So, Ken’s in the process of cutting them to fit and installing them in the kitchen windows. They’re not pretty, but they’re only temporary, and most importantly, they work great.

I started making rambly notes re: writing a story for an upcoming antho about doors. I had (still mostly don’t have) no ideas, but I just let phrases flow. Then I popped on the Internet (have I mentioned that having a cable modem is one of the bestest things ever, and could very well be why I could never live in Britain again?*) and poked around. Found cool stuff about Janus and Cardea. Still no actual story, but some nifty things to let percolate in the depths of my brain.

Then we watched a movie we’d taped ages ago, a Hallmark Channel thing with Glenn Close about the history of a painting. It was odd, and rather sad overall. But I finished two handwork projects and got a goodly amount of beading done on the endlessly beaded cotehardie. We made supper (beef satay over vermicelli, with steamed broccoli) and watched a season one ep of Buffy. We tried to watch the first X-Men movie, but it was boring. Now I’m off to watch more Angel. I guess it’s been watching stuff day.

1 a.m. and it’s still too hot. We took a quick dip in the pool to compensate. This was after watching three eps of Angel plus the special features on that disk. Alexis Denisof doesn’t normally have a British accent! Augh, my ears, they burn!

Right, now to find a better book to read than the romance I started two nights ago (I don’t care if it won awards; I just can’t get through it) and toddle off to bed. Until tomorrow, pets.

*Yes, they have cable modems there. But you have to live in the middle of the city to get access. Their definition of “rural” equals our definition of “suburban”.