Midnight Vestals is the name of my next band. Because I know someone was wondering.
Also, it was hot today, though not as hot as it could’ve been, and I made the Command Decision to go with open windows and fans, because I am So Very Tired of the damn’ roaring from the air conditioner, I can’t tell you. Anyhow, that may have been a mistake. All of my joints hurt, and I am not in my usual agreeable rosy mood.
Despite which, laundry — though not quite all the laundry — has been done, and writing, too.
The slacks I’d thought were lost in the mail, they were so long behind All the Other Things in the same order, arrived today. Mailed from Sweden. The rest of the things came from Massachusetts and Georgia. Oh. That’ll do it.
Tomorrow! I am to Charlie’s Subaru at a ridiculously early hour (though not the most ridiculous early hour) to get the interior light upgrade for Skylark the Forester.
. . .and then I think that my next social engagement is Monday afternoon’s massage. Maybe I’ll turn off All the Internets and get some work done.
I also realized today that, one month from Saturday, I will (1) celebrate my 66th birthday and (2) attend my first ever carousel convention. Yep. Definitely need to get some serious work done this weekend.
What’ve you got planned for the weekend?
Or, yanno, listen to them back to back.