I plonked in my contacts again this morning, since I needed to wear them at least once before Tuesday for the follow up. The second time around was much easier. The new solution that they switched me to didn't sting and I managed to get both lenses in without poking myself in the eye in less time than it took me to get in one lens my first time around. Conclusion: there's hope for me yet.

Of course, as soon as they were in I noticed that the bathroom counter needed scrubbing, so that was what I did. Great way to start off a Sunday morning, right? (Which reminds me to note that the rent in our area is still going up steadily, as it has been for the past few years. If this keeps up in two years I'll definitely need to have a roommate in order to afford both rent and food in this area. Which brings up the question of just whom I can find from my department who'll put up with a roomie that needs quiet time to start at 10pm each night and clatters around the house at 8am on weekend mornings?) I think I shed more in the spring. Figures.

The church people should congregate soon. In the famed words of Christine, happy "Zombie Jesus Day"!

(I'm pretty sure it's today. Otherwise the guy in the bunny suit at the grocery store yesterday would be a lot harder to explain.)

Mom emailed me a box of food (such as pastries and chips) and in the odd spaces that were left she stuffed in Ramen. My reaction to receiving the entire thing yesterday was pretty much "lol mother". If anyone ever wondered if there's a genetic component to my need for efficiency, here is evidence.

I also squished a bug against the wall this morning, which left a very unattractive smear that I can't get off. Anyone know a trick for squished-bug-be-gone?