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Good morning, Universe! Whatcha got for me today?

So, I'm reading this book, Chasing Dirt which is better than Almost Green and not as good as The Toaster Project. This is the sort of book I enjoy. Sort of a social history, a whole lot of detail about nothing particularly important, but interesting (to me) none-the-less. The problem lies in trying to make conversation about it.

Three times I've tried to talk about this book lately: With my Girl Scout leaders, with my sister, and at a dinner party of entertainers. Fortunately, my sister loves me, but you can sort of guess how the rest went based on the subject of this post.

Lest you think you're safe, you're not. Did you know that Charlotte Beecher, sister of Harriet Beecher Stowe, is the person who penned "A place for everything and everything in its place"? And that it was part of a manual for "sanitarians"? See, thrilling shit. I know you want to ask me more about this and talk for hours, right? I'll be right over!

While I had a very fun, full weekend, I am paying the price this week. Add some poor sleeping and I've got that anxiety twitch and free-floating feeling of dread. I would go home and sleep, but I'm having cocktails with a coworker this evening. She's my best work friend and I hate to cancel on her.

Holy Moly, we painted the bedroom today. I'm still in shock. The last time I painted this room, it took me forever. There was wallpaper to remove, glue to clean off, the first green turning out poorly, the second green needing three coats. It took me weeks. This time, my sister and my cousin came over and we banged it out in a day. Okay, well maybe not quite a day since I ran out of paint before I could finish the second coat, but I got paint on all the places where I needed to move furniture back. Still! Weeks vs. days!

I chose Benjamin Moore's Silver Fox. And no, I did not know there was an Apartment Therapy page for this color until just now. It appears to go with my duvet cover perfectly even though it's a little less beige than I thought it would be.

It's turning into a very grown up room.

What do you do about electrical cords? I hate having them snake around when outlets aren't where I need them.

1. I'm less afraid of advocating for myself at the doctor's office than I used to be.
2. Which means I've got a prescription for Imitrex waiting for me, which I will fill just to be safe and hope I never have need for again.
3. I've been Walk(ing) It Out and really enjoying it.
4. Which will hopefully leave me in really good shape for the Walk for Animals this weekend.
5. I broke all the rules and used Access to generate the report my client needs. Even though we're strictly moving away from Access, I still feel accomplished that I got it done. This is NOT anything I've ever done before.
6. To go totally NON tech, my very most favorite kind of folders are back on the standard office supply list and Ima gonna get some.
7. I'm coming to terms with my new boss relationship. Maybe I can use this as an opportunity to be more self-reliant.

( Dieting, etc. )

Bleah. I intend to exhibit drug seeking behavior at my next doctor's appointment. Another migraine, suspiciously regular interval.

So last weekend I was so desperate to avoid trying on my summer clothes that I set about swapping the giant armoire for a dresser I picked up on Craigslist. For humans, this is excellent -- the room feels much bigger and I have access to the light switch for the first time in years.

But for kittens... I've ruined Punkin's life. I knew that he liked to lie underneath the armoire, but I did not realize how much. When it was stuck in the hall, he laid under it for hours. Now, he's at a loss. Where is he supposed to hide while waiting to pounce on Squish whenever he tries to get into the bedroom?

Here's another question for the universe: Why don't any spellcheckers recognize armoire? I find your red squigglies irritating.

It's still too cold for me to garden. I should take out my summer clothes and try them on for size, but it's very hard to motivate myself when I know many won't fit and others would be too chilly to wear for a while. Plus, ya know, ladder. So irritating.

No bike riding yet either. It's still in the high 30s low 40s overnight which makes a morning commute over the river too chilly for this filly.

I went to the Marcy Gala last night and had a really good time. I won a Jazz Trio in the silent auction. Now I have to come up with some sort of something where I want live music. Ideas, anyone?

Today was a recuperation day. Things put back where they belong, items to be returned tucked into the car, trash to the curb. I feel pleasantly exhausted after entertaining and very affectionate toward my home.

There have been a lot of emails about the dog bite and what to do now. Animal Control has the dogs quarantined for 10 days and the owners have been fined. My cousin is on antibiotics and talking about it a lot. I'm going over tomorrow night to see him. The question remains on how to live with these dogs in the complex, how to stay safe and how to be fair.

Looks like it's going to be a little chilly for gardening yet so if I were smart I'd work on painting the bedroom.

I think the party went well. I'd like to say a good time was had by all, but my 3-year-old cousin was bit by a neighbor's dog. It was just as horrible as it sounds. Completely unprovoked and awful. His mom should be studied by science, I swear she has quaaludes naturally running through her veins. She was bizarrely calm through the whole ER trip, police report, etc.

I believe I made the right decision to buy the sandwiches and make the potato salad from scratch.

And that ends my 3 years in a row of milestone parties. My 40th, Miss M's graduation, and El Hubbo's 50th. Here's a fork, do your worst.