So. After my rude awakening yesterday, I went to the great Andersonville Yard Sale to do my christmas shopping (every 10- to 50-cent cookie tin worth having), went to the Homelife liquidation sale to see if there was anything worth having (nope) and went home to eat lunch and "rest" before swinging over to Mary's to pick up the shelves/other stuff I bought from her. Four hours later, I woke up. Doh.

Mary was gracious about me being a big dork for falling asleep and not getting over sooner (Where else was I gonna be?) and had this to say about my post from yesterday morning: I'm glad you're finally being realistic about your neighborhood. Don't get me wrong -- I still like it here, and I'm glad we bought here, but yeah, the denial (No! Everything is perfect! I'm not listening! La la la la la...) is slowly fading away.

(I'm also slightly paranoid that I should really, really dig up all the weeds in the parkway out front, so this place would look less like a crack house. Sigh. Between rain showers, I'll be weeding and heading to Home Depot for a hell of a lot of mulch.)

Then, after much schlepping of my new swag, I ran over to a bar on Southport for Diane's 30th birthday (she's the last one to turn 30, I think, and all of a sudden she's saying things like Forty isn't old and the like. Hah. Welcome to my world, Diane.) I am at that peculiar intersection of weather, laundry and personal hygiene that I could either be seriously overdressed or wear my pajamas, so I was seriously overdressed, but what the hell. At least no one had to stare at my unshaven legs.

So, today: Laundry (obviously), weeding (ditto), possibly playing with Tripp's refugee cats in Wendy's apartment (if he didn't get them last night), and reading Georgiana : Duchess of Devonshire. Pretty cool, although I'm only on chapter five. Review to follow.