- What do I do on Fox Day? I take myself out for breakfast, I come home and clean so Phoebe can breathe a little easier once she gets here. And I might make a stop at the Salvation Army and Staples.
- I hired the caterer.
- It's rainy and chilly today. Perfect day for staying home and cleaning. The goal is to get it to the point where I can sit on the couch and read, occasionally looking up and saying, "Ahh!"
- I am getting a cold. It is Rosita's cold.
- I got paid! Woohoo!
- Sophie is turning into a real cat. She jumped up on the couch yesterday morning to give Gus a bath, then rolled over on her back so I would pet her belly.
- I worked the library book sale last night. I can't explain this weird neurotic behavior. When I scan the books, I see books I have owned but not seen for years. I think, Xman's finally cleaned out his garage. These are my books! Thinking that I am the only person ever who owned a copy of The Inscrutable Americans or The Raj Quartet. But I still want my Jane Austen set back, wherever it is.
- Why are all these people messing with my books? Why are they slapping them here and there as if I didn't work on grouping together all the Maeve Binchy, Dean Koontz, Stephen King, Sandra Brown and Nora Roberts books? How dare they? And why is Ben Stein's Hollywood Days, Hollywood Nights in the fiction section? Augh! Philistines!
- I'm going to breakfast. Pancakes? Waffle? Eggs? Who knows! Simple pleasures for simple minds.
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