Sunday

When the highlight of the day was cleaning out the kitchen sink with Comet, it gives one pause. Was it really that bad a day? Have you a case of the blahs? Or was your sink so disgustingly filthy that anyone would find joy in its cleaning?

In 11.25 hours I will be off the beeper. In four moons I will have turned in my main paper for summer class (I finished ahead of schedule). In five days I will be visiting with my sister in Indiana. Those are the things I'm really looking forward to.

Is there anything strange about going to The Rocky Horror Picture Show with your 72 year old mother (not to mention my nubile age of 45)? Well, it is the stage version. And we're not going to the midnight showing. So, it should be interesting anyway. My mom says to me, "Do you think I should wear a raincoat?" Me: "It's been so bloody long ago I saw that movie, and I was undoubtedly drunk, I have no clue what to expect." We have a couple weeks to prepare.

The weather was a perfect 81 degrees today. I took two short walks, lifted my wimpy weights, did gobs of laundry including the sheets, read the newspaper, wrote to my Danish friend. It was a real relaxing day, quite wonderful, actually.