You might as well go elsewhere; I write boring entries when I'm overstretched.
This is because all my naeurons are dedicated to keeping straight all the things I
have to do and take and teach today, instead of pondering about world peace, or
even pet peeves.
One of the things I have successfully remembered was
to call the people who are still fixing my car -- between the dealer and their
bodyshop (which I'm a bit confused over, since the body wasn't damaged) and the
insurance company we are now into the second week of trucklessness. Or rather of
Toyotalessness, since Rudder's Hummer is still looming in our garage. Now the
damned body shop is saying I need to come and do a walkaround, which of course
they couldn't actually tell me over the weekend when I might have had time to do
it. Grrr....