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Because it was really icky and rainy this morning--with probable rain most of the day--I called work and said I wasn't coming.

Tulane has absolutely miserable roads that should have been repaved several decades ago. Katrina didn't help. Tulane still has streets flood in anything more than a light sprinkle. The people at the Center know my walking is not that great and understand completely. Also, I really do not enjoy driving on interstate in potentially torrential rain.

So next week I'll probably go in four days. The status of my current collection will determine that.

Therefore, I was free to take the DL up to YD. Luckily, it was only drizzling when I drove there (about 20 miles, more or less). First, however, I stopped at Walgreen's to get her some comfort food.

When I was at her house she got a call from someone involved in the great house sale closing, and for a while thought the closing would be today, instead of tomorrow. Several phone calls--and e-mails with attachments--later, things seemed to be in more or less order.

The house is getting really close to empty. They got a POD and are stuffing household stuff in it right and left. The POD company will pick it up and take it to their new house, then retrieve it when they have it empty.

I do not envy them.

Emma will be spending a few days at my house. Emma is their cat. Mine don't seem particularly concerned about visiting cats. This will be the third time since Katrina that they have had "company." If she's like previous feline guests, she'll probably spend most of her time under the bed.

So, with everything going on this morning I never did get around to washing my fangs, although I did brush my teeth.

Tomorrow morning I'm getting some relief for my back. I'm taking a cab there (I already called them) and then a friend is picking me up and we're going out to lunch. I ran into her last week at Sam's. YD will be somewhere for the closing on the houses. (Her current one and their new one.)

I don't think I've missed much by living in the same house for almost 44 years.

But the fangs-washing will be tomorrow morning.


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