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Bob and I ate dinner outside tonight and when Bob was carrying his dinner out – when he got to the door of the shop I heard some loud expletives and he stomped back into the house. I ran into the shop to see what happened, looking for salad strewn across the floor or a drink dumped onto his plate. All I saw were a few drips on the floor. He came out of the house and said, “I almost lost it all.” “Oh,” I said, “I ran in here. I thought it would be funnier.”

I slept better last night yay. But the beastly heat is moving in so it’s a lot to hope for that the whole week will be filled with good sleeping. I screwed up my newsreader yesterday and now I can’t log in. I’m wondering if this might be a good thing. I can probably add a couple of hours a week to my life by ignoring that stuff. But I’m so addicted. H’ep.

In the meantime, you can find out All About Coffee.

Last night I could not fall asleep. It’s not like this doesn’t happen fairly regularly and usually I just stay there in pre-doze and try to think sleepy thoughts. Last night it was making me mad so I finally got up and finished watching The Claim that I taped off of Sundance. I’ve wanted to see it for a long time and for the most part I loved it but the story is pretty grim. Did Thomas Hardy hate his readers or what? After the movie I crawled back in bed and it still took another hour or so to fall asleep. I think I got to sleep at 2am.

Also last night I watched Rock Star. Was that movie made for me or what? I loved it except for the totally lame story. But the soundtrack was fabulous. I think I own every non-original on it already. And seeing all the rockers made me very happy.

Who invented conference room chairs and tables? Because somehow they managed to figure out a way that no matter what, you’re straddling a table leg. That would seem to be impossible. If they can do that why can’t they solve other impossible problems?

I’m off to the Willamette Writers Conference. I’m not hungry but I’m trying to eat since I figure I won’t eat again until this afternoon.

Last night I had another dream about working at Jack-in-the-Box. That was my job in high school. That’s the second Jack-in-the-Box dream this week. I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something.

The new taste treat: toasted cinnamon raisin English muffins with tahini.

Let me be the person to tell you about Great Big Sea a super fabulous band from beautiful metropolitan Newfoundland. We’re seeing them in a couple of weeks and I’m listening to them right now and this is the first time in a Very Long Time that I have been won over by a band in less than 10 notes

Today I got out the box of new letterhead at the office and was depressed to notice that it said #10 instead of #6. We bought it over two months ago and I didn’t see how the printers were going to muster up any sympathy for us after all this time. I’m pretty sure it came in when I wasn’t there but I’m not sure I would have noticed anyway. I brought it in and re-ordered, asked them to make sure our file had all #6 in it and gave them the box and asked them to make scratch pads out of it. What a giant waste of money and paper.

Tonight I went to my first yoga class since April. I dropped into Bill’s new place at the Galleria which should probably be called the Ghost town (The Galleria = ghost town. The yoga studio is fabulous.) This was not the power yoga class and thank God because I’m not quite as strong as I used to be. I need to get my practice back up to speed. Tomorrow I bet I am going to be sore.

This week I got a thing in the mail from my reunion for “Keepsake Photos” for $89.95 plus $6 shipping I can get 2-8×10, 4-5×7, 4-4×5 and 16 wallets of this faboo picture that I’m going to scan and stick up here eventually. What the hell am I going to do with all these pictures of my mug? I’m not sure I would even want to see it in an 8×10, why would anyone else? Does anyone reading this keep pictures of adults, other than a spouse, in their wallet? (For the record, I don’t have any pictures in my wallet except ID photos.)

The squirrels have completely destroyed the sunflowers. I think there are 3 left plus one big one that they’ve completely eaten around the edges but left on the stalk. Yesterday when I cleaned up the yard I pulled a bunch out and thoughtfully piled them against the fence, hoping to encourage them to continue snacking on the ones that are already ruined. About an hour later I looked out in the yard and here the last pretty one was just a tall stalk with some leaves dangling and the remains of the flower sat under the rose bush. I need someone to loan me a very big dog with sharp teeth.