Here it is, 12.53a and I haven't written a word yet this entire weekend. I have to write yesterday's entry, today's and the one that I skipped last week, um, the 12th.

And not a single word have I yet to write. You know, except for these 48.

So, yesterday was a beautiful day of sitting in front of the TiVo watching the box as though I am made of eyes and have no feet and cannot move or speak and can do nothing but stare and stare and move just one finger, my left thumb, to fast-forward through the commercials and click on the next show.

It's a dullish life, being only an eye and a thumb, but it's mine, and I love it with all of my heart.

At one point I was roused into movement somewhat against my will, by Fran and the kids, who invited me out for Spanish food. Once I was moving, it was fine, but I kind of wanted to snarl and wrap myself around the remote at first.

Cynthia was having a joyful six hours in the car with her ex-husband going to visit her ungrateful thirteen-year-old at camp. We all we very sorry to miss such fun, but we went to eat $10 worth of Spanish food instead, which is enough food to bury the four of us and leave nothing but our nostrils.

Shredded beef and rice and beans and some sort of potato-y stuff called yuma or something, and some banana kind of stuff that I wouldn't put anywhere near my mouth for anything in the world. The shredded beef was fabulous.

Bonnie, after eating her share, looked like she had a goatee. Then she hugged my arm and rubbed her face against my shirt and crowed loudly about how much she loved me, and suddenly, the goatee was gone! It was quite a mystery.

And the other two entries are up now, here and here.

Today's horoscope:
Justice, fair play and equality will be on the line today. Be true to your basic beliefs without downgrading other people's values.

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