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| Facts.It's been a long while, I guess, so here are some facts:
1. I'm still alive, and my hair is getting very long.
2.I'm no busier than I've ever been, but I have less inclination to be on my computer. That may change tomorrow, because
3. I'm getting a new laptop, the first new computer I've bought since 2001 (my desktop is 2003, but I didn't buy it).
4. I have a round trip ticket to New York, the time between flights being very nearly a month. I am excited and also nervous about being away from home for that long.
5. I am super excited about being able to see NY friends more than the usual once or twice a year.
6. I am on the hunt for garden party attire, and you have no idea the consternation and delight this is causing me.
7. I scrubbed the bathtub sparkling clean about twenty minutes ago, and am about to take a bath with a book and some tea and a shocking abundance of bubbles.
8. I've discovered that I am quite good at saving money, after all. Who knew? Not me.
9. I have an eye appointment tomorrow with my favorite eye doctor. I am getting new contacts and new glasses, both.
10. We're having boys' night out tomorrow night -- Tom and Stefan and I are going to see I Love You, Man. Only I'm not a boy. Shhh.
11. I think, much to my dismay, having always preferred a different sort of monster, that I am turning into a werewolf. Or Mr. Hyde. My teeth feel unusually sharp today, and dogs keep barking at me. I offered Michael and Tom several situations they may find themselves in ("what if all my bones started cracking and reshaping themselves, and I was screaming and there was blood everywhere from my skin splitting, and I became this terrifying monster and started eating everyone, what would you do?" "Well, are you going to change back into you?" "You don't know! I just all of a sudden became a monster and I'm eating everyone! You have no idea if I'll ever not be a monster again!" "I'd still be your friend."), and their answers stifled my anxiety that once having become a monster, I'd lose all my friends.
12. I may be reading too much folklore research on the internet.
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| I hate this game.I went grocery shopping today. I shopped for about forty minutes, getting things on my list and not on my list. I had a cart, not a hand-held basket. That's how much shopping I was doing. I left my shopping cart for less than two minutes (I would be hard-pressed to imagine it was even more than a minute and a half) at the end of an aisle in order to get something in the middle of the aisle, which was halfway blocked with boxes a teenage employee was unpacking and shelving. While I looked for what I wanted, he left the aisle. When I decided I didn't find what I really wanted and went back to my cart, it was gone. I looked up and down aisles for it. Totally gone.
I'm pretty sure the teenage stockboy decided it was an abandoned cart, and took it to the nearby back room to unload.
I didn't get any of my groceries because I didn't want to spend at least another half hour reshopping for them, especially because the store had been filling steadily with pre-Bowl game shoppers since I'd come in myself.
This is just one example of what was typical of today.
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| One of my students from seven(?!) years ago has gotten in contact with me via Neil's FAQ line!! heeheehee!! She remembered me reading them Coraline before it was published, and sent Neil a question asking if he could tell her how to contact me. He forwarded it to me, and I'm in the middle of emailing her, but . . .
life is so strange, sometimes, isn't it!
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| You may have already heard . . .My friend Neil, whom I have known for a shorter period of time than it feels like, and a longer period of time than I actually ever remember, has won the Newbery Medal. Isn't that just the coolest thing?!
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| We're almost there, guys! 
Two more days.
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