Last night I went to bed before 2a, so I set my alarm for 10.30a. I was awake by 8a, dozed until the alarm went off, then immediately fell into a deep sleep, dreaming that I won the Best Supporting Actress Oscar from a movie written by Vince D'Onofrio, and was hugely disappointed because I forgot to get the envelope with my name in it. "I'll remember to get it next time," I thought.

I ended up getting up around 2p. What the heck is wrong with me? Why am I sleeping so late? And how on earth could I forget to get that envelope? Even in a dream, that's the last thing I would ever forget.

On Sunday night I fired off an email to Cynthia, asking whether she was using the car Monday so that I could go to radiology for my mammogram. She didn't answer me, but I woke up yesterday morning and saw that the car wasn't there, so I figured out the answer for myself. No flies on me!

I got up a bit late, showered slowly, and left the house later than I had planned to even if I had had the car. I walked up to Palisade, all ready to take the bus to the radiologists, because that's the street where they live, but busses don't run on Palisade.

Hmmm, and if I went to Bergenline, I don't think it stays parallel to Palisade that far down. And I had about 12 minutes to get there on a bus that doesn't exist. Also, it looked like rain.

It occurred to me that getting lost in the rain trying to find my radiologist, getting there an hour late and then not being seen because I had missed my appointment sounded like it would make as good a story as getting lost in the sun trying to find my gynecologist, but it's always better to be telling the story afterwards than actually going through the getting lost part, so I called and rescheduled the appointment, finding out which bus to take while I was at it.

How utterly dull and grown-up of me! This journal will go straight downhill if I stop wandering around like a turkey, in danger of drowning in the rain.

So I went home and hung about for a bit, reading the three new journals that I've started (because I clearly don't read anything like enough already), when I thought I might wander over to the Weehawken library, or, as it's billed, the Weehawken Free Public Library. So if you go there and anyone tries to charge you, you will know that they don't actually work there and notify the authorities!

I rang them and asked for directions, giving them the nearest big street, then walked over. Realizing when I got there that it would actually be faster going straight from my house, as the library is actually only about three or four blocks from me, just along a street I have never walked and in a direction I never go.

I've only lived here seven and a half years, what do you expect?

Anyway, the library is gorgeous, in quite a stunning building. I applied for a card and was put through much more of a wringer than you get in LA, NY or Glendale. First of all, my driver's license wasn't a proof of address, though they accepted my checkbook (I would think it's easier to get a checkbook with a fake address than a DL), filled out a form, and will get my card in the mail, though I could take out two books right then.

In New York City, they hand you the card right then and let you go at it. The Weehawken Free Public Library, however, is a good deal more cagey. If you think that you can just wander in with a fake address and start stealing book after book, you've got another think coming, my lad! Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!

Anyway, I took out Anne of Ingleside and Wedding in the Family (any library with a good Rosamond du Jardin collection is a good library, by me), then went home and put 48 books on hold, since I was told we could take out 50. I got an email this morning telling me that that is not so, unlike in the LA library system, where as long as the holds and the books you have out add up to 50, you're home free!

I also started putting books on hold in Manhattan. I think I am about to go wild on the libraries again, like I did in LA. And I also managed in LA not to lose a single book or have a single overdue charge. Let's see if I can manage that here at home as well.

Today's horoscope:
People work and play well together when the chemistry is right. It feels as if you're getting something for nothing, but you've actually earned all this. Talk about your shiniest new ideas.

One year ago today:
I really loved it, particularly Keanu's outfit, that long dress (okay, coat) that made him look like a sexy priest. I really love a butch guy in a dress, there isn't an awful lot sexier than that.

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