Now, if only I knew how to sew.
Tina and I are chatting about invitations and house cleaning today over email. I think I'm with her, though: I'm not thinking about going to the Dublin Irish Festival in a couple weeks. It's too expensive to get in the doors and I never have enough fun to justify hanging out with a bunch of drunk wannabe-Irish people.
And wow, I just missed part of my lunch. I'll have to go a bit later. Good thing Joyce is taking a late lunch today.
My myrtle--real myrtle--is on the way. I'm quite excited about that. I might be able to raise Dude much faster than I expected.
Certain website projects are coming along nicely, but not quickly enough for me.
Ten days. Ten days is all I have. But I have faith that all will be in order.