So yesterday, Mom said to me, "What's at the Academy today?" "I don't think anything is." "Did we get the new program?" "No, but there's never anything in January." "Yes there is, of course there is! Let's drive down to the Academy and find out!"

We were driving for literally five minutes when Mom realized that I was right, that they never have screenings after the new year, but they used to not have them between Christmas and New Years, so when she remembered that they had started doing more screenings than they used to, she remembered the wrong thing.

We drove over there anyway, because why not? Of course there was nothing there, the doors were locked, but it was a lovely day for a drive to Beverly Hills.

Then I went out to dinner with Joan and Susan and Brett from the Randy list.

Joan and Susan and I have been getting together for the past few years, Brett I had never met before. He was very nice, and likes talking about television nearly as much as I do, so we were monopolizing the conversation for great sections, I'm certain being very boring to the other nice people at the table, but they were too polite to object.

We ate at Joan's favourite restaurant, Dalt's near Warners, which was closed the last time we tried to go. This time they managed to be open, and was well worth it. They had quite good ribs, though the knife I was given to separate them with was either as dull as a spoon or I kept sawing away at the bones like a dimwit. For dessert we all had ice cream sundaes, which were lovely, and we only left when we were chased out by the background music becoming very foreground. Blasting that Sinatra was a subtle hint along thing lines of "Have you no homes to go to?!" but we got it and left.

Susan gave me a lift home, and then a lift back to the restaurant to get the envelope that she gave me containing a bathtub meditations book and a little ornament saying "Kimberly" that I had left at the table, and then a lift back home. Fortunately, the restaurant is about five minutes from my house, so the round trip and a half wasn't too inconvenient.

All in all, a swell evening, and I even briefly met Joan's boyfriend, whom I have been accusing her of inventing since I have seen her a hundred times and never seen him at all and it all seemed very invisible friend to me.

Since I spent all of December only reading Holidailies, I'm catching up with my regular reads. It's all very post-Lent. Anyway, this is all in aid of explaining why I only just read this, the most romantic entry ever written.

Still going until the Epiphany!

Today's horoscope:
Expand your available time by spending it alone. Tomorrow is a big day that needs to be approached with care and stealth. Plan a few different ways to win your argument before assuming that you're ready.

One year ago today:
And frankly, she is the cutest baby ever in history. I mean, I've met some cute babies in my life, Molly was pretty astonishingly beautiful as an infant, but you practically cannot look directly at Vivien, she is so lovely. She shines like the sun.

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