I did not manage to get my bathroom cleaned. I didn't go shopping (because my checking account is pretty much empty until payday) and I didn't go to the Goodwill. I didn't call Gerri back, but I'll have to do that tomorrow. I didn't bake any more cookies. I didn't write any fanfic or post to any groups or communities. I didn't get the official notice out to Vanport Writers, but I need to do that before bed.
Right now the weather report for Wednesday morning (when we have our event at City Hall) is not just "rain," it's "rain w/a possible thunder shower"! Grrr. I guess we can forget the formal photo outside. At least we'll be inside most of the time.
Note to self: This week I *will* make a doctor's appointment.
On the entertainment front, NBC finally gave up on the Jay Leno prime time experiment. It was ludicrous, a failure as mammoth as Leno's ego. The thing that bugs me is that Jay Leno will be okay. He'll be able to say "I told you so." It's Conan O'Brien that could be screwed.