Update

Nothing to report. Woke up, went out to lunch, watched Buffy, walked the dog, read, ate dinner, read, fell asleep, woke up, showered, blogged; will read and go to sleep. I would get out more, I swear, if only I could get myself to wake up earlier.

Oh yes, there's one bit of news. My car is at the dealer's and they called to say that I need to repair my fuel injection something something. That means I haven't been getting the best gas-mileage I can get, right? I KNEW it. I felt like it had gotten worse, but I wrote it off as a psychological reaction toward the rising gas prices. Lesson? Trust my instincts; I'm not as crazy as I think.