Packed Mom off to San Miguel de Allende, MX today, then ate at an IHOP while traffic finished. They had the local FOX affiliate's morning show on. Almost all of it was about American Idol.
As usual, other people's problems requiring my help drive me out of myself. I can go from emo self-pity to fireman sliding down the pole pretty quick. It's not that I like it when other people are in trouble; I just like myself better when I can be helpful.
I'm plotting a curry. It will involve poppy seeds.
Adverbs are my enemy.
It must be time to feed the cat. She's punching me in the face with a curled-up fist-like paw.