Such a lovely day

I should be thinking about Xmas shopping; it is, after all, Dec. 8th. Instead I’m listening to rock and roll and thinking about grilling salmon on the back deck and drinking wine in my shirtsleeves on the patio, which is what I did for lunch today before work. It’s about as beautiful as it can get outside, which made coming to work about as pleasant as rubbing my knuckles on a stainless steel grater. I put one course to bed this morning at least—ENGL263 presentations are done; on Friday I collect the final papers and that’s that (well, aside from reading them, grading them, and doing all that math). ENGL102 will be done at 8:30am tomorrow! Yippee!

My distaste at coming to work this morning was leveraged substantially by the appearance of a lovely poinsettia on my desk—I already took one of them home yesterday, but apparently M. distributed the remaining plants. I don’t mind; just last week the poinsettia I bought 4 years ago croaked. Now I’ve got two.

Cha fessed up today that one of the keys she lost the other day was our last key for the Honda Civic. I was under the impression that her friend Trish still had a key (it’s an art car, and Trish has an organization with her husband called The Red Devils, and the car is decorated appropriately for them to use in parades and at fund-raisers). I gave Trish my key months ago so she could drive the car in a parade, but Cha apparently lost her Civic key and took Trish’s back without telling me (I would’ve made two copies had I known). So we can’t get in the basement, we can’t get into one of our cars, and Cha lost one of our two Jetta keys yesterday, and had to take mine this morning—I’m horrified she’s going to lose it and we’ll be fucked because the Accord is in the shop.

But I don't care if she loses all the keys in the world today. I'm in a fabulous mood. I want to sit in the grass and read Whitman. In fact, I'm in such a good mood that I don't even care about being here in the Library when it's 70 degrees outside.