Check. Check.

I had a list of things to do today and I did all of them. You know how happy that makes me.

Even better, I forgot to write down some of the things I needed at Staples, so when I got there and picked up the one thing I was looking for, I went on a little Supermarket Sweep type excursion and just kept filling up my little basket. Even better than that, it's all stuff for school, which means I'll get reimbursed for all of it when I get into school on Monday.

Don't you just love shopping with other people's money?

I had a nice lunch visit with the Chum. I got there early so I killed some time in Bed Bath and Beyond next door and got myself a new pillow. I even tested it out when I got home, but never did fall asleep, just watched and/or listened to two L/O episodes.

Tuesday night's bad news was that the Hubs' car died on the Turnpike on his way back from teaching. He had to get it towed off the Turnpike and then towed by Triple A to our mechanic. Remember, this is my father's 1991 Oldsmobile Ciera, which only just turned a hundred thousand miles last week. The good news is that it's all fixed up, and for only a few hundred dollars. If this had been the make-or-break repair, I have no idea what we would have done, although with the Hubs working from home, sharing my car would have worked out pretty well for the short term.

Speaking of Jack, today is his yahrzeit, which means the anniversary of his death. (The true yahrzeit would be according to the Hebrew calendar, but I don't go there.) Six years. Still hard to get a grip on all the way.

I go for a mini-physical tomorrow, but the doctor's office sent me the results of my bloodwork already and it says that my liver is normal, so now I'm going to worry about that whole business even less that I already was, which is not at all. I'll get the results of the CAT scan when I see The Resnick on Monday, at which point I will tell him that barium is now on my list of things I do not ingest. My cholesterol is pretty good, too, 152. I don't know what any of the other stuff means.

I'm still awake -- my eyes have been much better -- so maybe I'll watch Heroes tonight. Or not.


FRIENDS :: ENTRY #1992
READING: Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston