Today was errandy. With my new job I'm not chained to my desk. It's lovely.

We still haven't done the dishes. We hosted a going away party for a friend on Sunday night, and there's still dirty dishes everywhere. It's pretty yucky. I cut part of my finger off while chopping onions for said party. Fred and Leslie the Nurse Lady both said that I will live and my finger will not fall off. However, it still means I can't wash the dishes because The Pain! The Horror! The Germs! I miss having a dishwasher. I guess now it's just called Fred.

Today I executed my first home visit. It went just fine. Today Ernie might come to visit. We haven't heard anything yet though...

I didn't expect much out of Cold Mountain, but it was actually really excellent. We saw it this weekend at the mid-priced show. I'm not sure if it was excellent enough that I would see it at the expensive show, but I definitely would like to see it again when it comes to the cheap show.

I have forsaken you lately and you have turned away. There has been tumult; I apologize. I've made a lateral transition at overwork, which is seen as a vertical transition by those that pay me (which is, in result, good for me), so my attention has been elsewhere. I have recommited myself to your graces.



Today there was nothing wacky. We'll try again tomorrow.