I believe this comment is worthy of place in my journal proper, as an update to the day:
No diodes. But I have been sneezing lots today, and when I was shopping, I could barely lift one flat of water. (28 x 24oz.) I thought maybe my mood had to do with staying up late last night, so I tried to lay down for a nap, but I was too agitated to sleep. I decided maybe I needed to do something Just For Me™, but then all I did was read the paper and LJ. I couldn't solve the riddle for the Jumble®, but I did solve the crossword, even though I thought it was too hard.
Oddly, I felt more jovial after spending an hour and 15 minutes buying Healthy Food (ick poo), even though I still self-identified as put-upon.
Now I'm sleepy enough that I know better than to lay on the bed while I wait to draw the bath, and I'm put out at myself for not cleaning up the bubble-poo from last week, when I got out before the bubbles went away.
I go now, to clean the tub, fill the tub, rid myself of hair deemed unneccessary, brush my teeth (that should wake me long enough for bathtime), read my riveting murder mystery (no really, Da Vinci really jumps right into the thick of it, right away) and
talk to Wolf.
Timeline was a perfectly fun romp by someone who read the book, thought "what a neat idea for a twenty hour mini-series!" and then proceeded to rip it apart and make a movie set in a very similar township. Bill Connolly does a great John Cleese impression.
Trebuchets make pretty fire.
Signed the boys out of extended day on the First Line of each sheet. Not bad for the 20th of the month.
Bath now. Really this time.