Some Things Never Change

I was just on the phone with my sister, which happens pretty much every night, but this time we talked for a good 45 minutes, remembering places we used to go on vacation when we were little, things about our grandparents and parents, and ... farts.

Yes, folks, she is 60 and I am 56 and talking about farting made us both laugh until we cried. Good times, good times.

I finally slept somewhat like a human being last night, but I'll need a few more days of that to catch up, I think, since I'm still beat. Even so, I think I can stay up for Lost. I've totally given up on bringing my lunch this week (I can buy it in the cafeteria, but it's about what you would expect), although I do still have to take out some clothes for tomorrow.

Oh, I did get to talk to my flaky cousin last night, and she pointed out that she has no income -- a long story -- so whatever trip we take, it needs to be economical. (Her sister is paying for her trip, I'm sure.) Anyway. I think I'm going to look for a two-night stay in Chicago. I've heard that it's a great city, we'd all love the museum, and I don't think any of us have ever been there. All I need is a package with a good airfare, and we're in.

I was going somewhere else here, but I've lost track of it. Is it still Wednesday? I've been thinking all day that it was Thursday.



waiting for LOST :: ENTRY #2014
READING: Fool by Christopher Moore