It only occurred to me yesterday, when my Mom called to ask if I’d been sick and out of office for the past two days, that while I’ve been LJing like a fiend recently, the only entries I made for Wednesday and Thursday were locked.
To clear up outstanding issues from earlier in the week, JVL did not get the plague, we have watched one more episode of The O.C. (now finished disc 5), I made dinner again last night, revealing a disturbing lack of sauces in the house (we’re out of honey mustard! and PC Memories of Thailand!! and Taco beef seasoning!!!), we’ve been staying off the coffee except for this morning’s treat from Justin of Starbucks Chai Lattes (do those count?), the cold sore wasn’t that bad and is fading fast, and I still like labradorite, especially as part of jewellery. Moonstone and opal are pretty cool, too.
Wednesday’s lost entry was a thrilling, tear-jerking, heart-pounding exploration of insurance rates for condo contents in Toronto, which I locked as private to prevent anyone having an inadvertant aneurysm (what a good band name!) while reading adjustment statistics.
Thursday I was doing research for a good cause, posting potential MLS real estate options for , which had to be locked to prevent poaching in case she found any of my selections viable. Which she did! Excitedly looking forward to my agent’s fee of a bottle of nice wine if she picks one that I found. 🙂 Maybe I should have drawn up a contract for that first…
Last night I got home a little early from work, sanded down and caulked the stairwell (, I think you should know that I told JVL he should under no circumstances *touch* my wet caulk, but that he could admire it’s glistening beauty from a distance), so it’s all ready for me to paint, read a teensy weentsy bit of ‘Aurora Leigh’ by Liz Browning, which I WILL have done by Monday, dammit, and !!triumph!! painted my toenails! Sadly, this last bit, done to enhance my aesthetic appeal, proved deadly to my olfactory appeal, since I thoughtlessly enameled in our bedroom (as I’ve always done before, when living on my own) only to have JVL retreat back to the lower floors upon discovering the pungent reek of nail polish stinking up our sleeping area. D’oh!
Can anyone tell me why my Outlook calendar gave me a popup telling me it was ‘s birthday TODAY, when it is clearly not until October 11th? Curious.
