It Was

WEINDORF

You can't imagine how proud I was of myself for, first of all, remembering, and secondly, not calling my sister last night at midnight when I remembered it. I did call her from school today, and she was proud of me, too. Somewhere, Shirl is smiling down on me.

(See yesterday's entry for the story about the family whose last name I could not remember.)

Seriously, that was my big accomplishment for the day. I feel fine, generally, except for the headaches, and had a bit of an odd day at school, but not a bad one. I'm not loving the book I'm reading, but I'm finishing it because it's a popular teen novel of the moment, so I should know it. It just seems to be something that's been done before. (At one point, a character says to another character: "I thought I recognized your foul stench." Star Wars, anyone?)

My mission for tomorrow is acupuncture and, if we're lucky and find a place to park, the new Target. And getting the clock change right, which I never do.


FAMILY GUY :: ENTRY #2003
READING: The Alchemyst by Michael Scott