On balance, it was probably a good decision to head out for rockabilly last evening, despite the ankle issue.

I would have preferred to bathe/shower in my own tub this morning, but not so much. The youngest helped me wrestle the tub back into the bathroom last evening, and I got the drain back together. Sadly, the shiny new feed tubes I'd bought wouldn't fit. OK, off to the Y in the morning for a pre-work shower. Coulda just showered in the locker room at work except that it was Bike to Work Day, and all the XYs on staff were probably wanting to shower in the same 15 minutes I would (plus the whole being naked at work thing, but that's another entry) .

I just realized about 20 minutes ago, as I returned to my desk with lunch and glanced at the calendar, that today is the first anniversary of my divorce becoming final. Whee, I guess.

I'm pretty happy with the way the bathroom floor is turning out.

I got the email with registration instructions from Univ. of Washington that will let me start the MLIS program at the very end of September. That sounds like a long time in the future, but so did mid-June when I was completing the application last January. The next few months won't be as crazed, at least workwise, as the recent ones have been, but suddenly I know for sure that it's going to be here in a hurry. What was a pile of vague paperwork and tentative ideas is rapidly becoming reality.

Not to gloat, but, um . . .

OK, I mean this: I am DONE! stripping paint in this house. I will not strip one more stinking square inch of paint in this stinking house. You can take that to the bank. No, wait. I want stronger assurance than that.

I woke up this morning to a vision of a new quilt. No idea where it came from, as I remember no dreams about anything like that. Anyway, my mind's eye saw a twin-bed-sized rectangle . . .

Today I feel like I'm trailing stuffing as I go, like the fur cover is torn and worn through in spots, so the fluff inside just dribbles out in a continuous stream of little bits. I know what's triggering it, but that doesn't seem to ease the feeling.

Fucking great. I have three I tiles and a blank in my hand. The blank can be any letter in the universe that I desire. Such power! What does my brain come up with? "Hey, how cool would it be to find a word with four I's and use the blank as one???" I really do need a keeper.