Thursday,
September 6, 2001

Who was that blur of color and speed?

This is gonna be a short entry, sweetiedarlings -- I still have to wash the bedclothes, clean the bathroom, finish up the kitchen and do assorted other chores before Lyndon gets here tomorrow.

Which is actually kinda ridiculous -- he's not a houseguest, he's my honey, AND he knows what the resting state of my housekeeping abilities is like. And yet there's this atavistic female need to have the place looking at least somewhat sparkling by the time he gets here, especially since he'll probably want to take a shower and go straight to bed. I dunno -- call it being houseproud. Call it wanting to put as good a light on life in Texas as is humanly possible. Call it--

--oh, damn, the dryer just beeped. Gotta load another comforter. Wonder if I'll get any sleep of my own tonight. . .