“There aren’t enough days in the weekend.”
– Rod Schmidt

Today I realized that, what with the insane week I’ve had at work/home/any other plane of existence that temporarily escapes me, I could not – for the life of me – remember whether or not I’d paid our October rent!  On my lunch break I scampered over to our flat’s managers.  She answered the door in her pajamas with scary hair and a sick-to-her-stomach looking face.  Turns out, she’s pregnant and was having a miserably week to – and apparently so were a lot of other people living in our building because she waived the $15 late fee, citing life.

Excellent.

Also!  Today was the first day I’ve worn a coat to work.  It’s Fall!  It’s my sister-in-law’s birthday so we’re going to her house this evening for cake.  Tomorrow I get to play with Fairy and GS (whom I haven’t seen in weeks) for a lovely Ladies Only Afternoon.  Last night I wore my chenille house slippers and made my first real cup of tea in a long time (with a teapot, as it was intended to be).  J. is playing with the guys tonight so I think I will make a steaming pot of corn chowder and watch a movie.

The week’s almost over, poodles!  Chins up!