Stuff that happened today:

B2 had a birthday.

The US celebrated Colonialist Oppressor Day, and Canada held Thanksgiving.

The guy at the next desk brought in Turkish Delight and announced his impending parenthood.

One of my crowns popped off while I was eating goldfish crackers. I got it reset for now and made a dental appointment for tomorrow.

I arranged for insurance, and heard that the bank expects to close on the 23rd.

K asked how I felt about holding Thanksgiving on Friday. (I feel pretty good about it.)

I tripped over my phone cord, skinning my knee and stubbing my toe really hard. Ouch.

Comcast failed to expedite the work order to shut off my cable, so I watched reruns of The Closer. (This past weekend, they finally annoyed me enough & I told them to cancel my service.)

I'm going to take two aspirin and go to bed.


Today's earrings: alligators, zodiacs

Bedtime reading: Going Postal, Terry Pratchett

Scales

Happy Equinox! The sun enters Libra today.

I spent the morning on the phone trying to figure out how to set the time on my 5-year tchotchke. My quest was hampered by the nice lady's inability to find me in her computer. Turns out I'd been filed under the wrong company, and was actually supposed to have been picking from an entirely different tchotchke array. Did I want to send my tchotchke back and choose another? I told her no, no - now that I know how to set the time, the clock is lovely.

Then I got a call from The Realtor (fille), talking about me coming in write an offer this week. I asked if that meant she'd heard from the city about my ap. Um, er, no. Mmmkay. I'd be happy to move along with this, but until we get approval from the city it's kind of pointless, and The Realtor (père) only submitted the paperwork on Friday, so, huh? I did take it as a reminder to leave a follow-up voicemail with the city.

Later, I did some actual work.


Today's earrings: alligators, other alligators

Bedtime reading: Night of the Morning Star, Peter O'Donnell