You'd think that with my going home on Monday (and I've bought the ticket, so it's official), I'd be running around, doing all of the things that I wanted to get done but didn't because I thought I had all of the time in the world.

You'd think wrong. I hung around the house, then went to the library to return books and get more out, even though I don't have time to read the ones I have. I had them put on hold and if they went through all the trouble to pull the books and send them to Gardner, I should at least have the decency to check them out.

When I got home, I worked on my tan a bit longer, which is something else that I certainly should have started earlier.

We were going to go out and eat with the old folks at this restaurant that has weekly, well, dinners for old folks. I have no idea what the meals are actually in aid of, if it's a club of some sort or what, but Mom and Bill Erwin go sometimes.

Mom wanted me to go, because one of the old folks that goes is actually an extremely successful photographer and cinematographer, even now, when he's over 70 years old, people still request him specifically and he works quite a bit. I was most impressed by the fact that he was the production photographer on Some Like it Hot and THX 1138.

Anyway, she thought he could advise me on how to be a production photographer, something I would love to do more than anything, but I became sick to my stomach and couldn't go out to dinner.

I probably was well enough to go, but I really didn't want to, so I might have fibbed a little teeny bit. On the other hand, if I had looked up his biography before committing to being sick, I might have gone. Maybe not, though, considering the fact that having dinner with a bunch of old people whom I have never met sounds to me like the last circle of Hell.

Today's horoscope:
A highly charged emotional issue will come to a head, but if there's any way you can force yourself to be a teeny bit objective, do it. Believe it or not, you could be overreacting.

One year ago today:
Afterwards, he told me that he was looking at me thinking, "She stopped talking! Why did she stop talking? She's not talking and she's not moving and she's not Maude anymore!"

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