So, I've just finished yet another
game of Zuma (didn't Gwen Stefani just name her new son 'Zuma'? She must love this game, too . . .). I need to write five more parts of my Dark Knight fanfic, but I can't even get myself to look at the notes much. Where's that St. Expeditus charm I used to wear? I need his protection against procrastination, my absolutely worst trait (habit?).
We had a fabulous meeting today with the mayor-elect, someone I'm proud to know and support. It was worth giving up a day of vacation for.
Today was an historic day, considering an African American was actually nominated for the office of president . . . it's pretty major. Clinton (he) did a masterful job, as usual. I wonder what it must be like to be his speechwriter. What a payoff.
Hard to believe we're closing on the third anniversary of Hurricane Katrina, with another storm south of Louisiana. Are they over-reacting? Seems like everybody always over-corrects any mistakes. Would I want to evacuate my home, if I got the word? It's so hard to imagine.
And on another note, the weather is *not* improving all that much. Looks like the holiday weekend will be iffy. I guess you can't complain about a little rain with other people facing a hurricane . . .