So yesterday I set my alarm for 8a and hit snooze until 8.30a, then when I got up I realized that I was up way too early. I get up at 9a on weekdays, not 8a, and 9.30a when I've showered the day before. I was seemingly so thrown by last week being so terrible that I forgot when it is that I have to get up.

So I went back to sleep for an hour. It would have been a little more restful had I not been awakened every nine minutes for over half an hour, but it was still nice. I was dreaming about going on vacation, but the world was ending which made finding a hotel room to be annoyingly difficult.

Work wasn't bad, considering. I was efficient and alert all day. Efficient! Alert! Frankly, it was exhausting.

I spent Sunday home all day, not even venturing a toe outside.

Wait, except for going to the grocery store and stocking up on lunches and things. I found a new product called Pasta Anytime that looks good and was on a super-duper sale, so we'll see how that goes. Probably I'll love it and then be forced to buy it after the price skyrockets. It'll be the chai crème frappuccinos all over again.

Mostly, though, I spent the day watching the Nationals. The men's was extremely peculiar, just accident after accident, people crashing into the boards and having their costumes disintegrate around them, people falling and not continuing, but skating around sadly instead, hands on hips.

One of the fallers was my boy Matt Savoie, who ended up in 4th or 5th. It was so depressing, he's such a brilliant skater, when is he going to have his year? He should have gone to the Olympics last year but the judging was so revolting that he did not, and this year it was the crash and the disintegrate and the not going to Worlds.

Then we had Molly's birthday party.

Her actual birthday was the 14th, but the family party was Sunday.

Finally, now that she is 7, she is asking for a real birthday party with kids. She has never had one, mostly because it had never occurred to her that a party with just the family wasn't a special treat, but now that she is seven and all sophisticated, she wants to have the class over. This will not be occurring until the spring, so everyone has a chance to brace themselves.

Molly has developed a new personality that is about to drive me bonkers. It's this sort of drawling, smirking "We are all grownups" kind of thing. Because she is seven, you see, and Bonnie is only five in March. This is centuries difference, didn't you know? So it's this highly obnoxious thing where she refers to Bonnie as "this child" and so on and I really just want to kick her in the teeth.

I gave her a really cute teddy bear backpack that she liked, but what she loved was the bubblewrap inside the bear, which was played with for an hour straight while the bear was slung on top of the electric piano. Next time, I'll just get her a big roll of the bubblewrap!

Today's horoscope:
Put down the chisel and hammer -- your best work is set in stone. As the brains of the organization, you think bigger thoughts than ever. A controlled element of chance plays out perfectly in this script.

One year ago today:
Why is Ewan McGregor wearing so much eyeliner? Is he doing a drag show after the broadcast?

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