The day is over...

...because I have decreed that it is.

I'm sippin' a short shot of Mr J Beam's Golden Elixir. Not because I normally have a drink at 4:30 in the afternoon or am planning to go on a bender, but because I'm a firm believer in the 12-Hour Rule. So I have roughly a one-hour window to enjoy a taste before hanging it up for the night and switching to water.

Got everything more-or-less ready for tomorrow. Except, that is, for enthusiasm. With luck that will be waiting for me at the other end of our early-morning (now 5:30 am) drive. But my tools are packed and ready, and I have a large bottle of water chillin' in the fridge to carry with me. Doesn't matter that it'll be tepid by the time we get there; it will still be wet.

Nothin', nada, zippo, zero, gournisht went right today. Despite repeated phone messages and emails, I still haven't been informed about certain relatively important details concerning next week's trip: like where will I be staying, where do I have to be at what time on what day, etc.

Maybe the trip has been canceled, and they don't have the nerve to tell me. If so, they shouldn't worry; I have a one-word response ready if that happens: "cool!"

I'd much rather go see Diana Krall, anyway.

Comes to it, I'd rather concoct a big jug of lemonade tomorrow and sit outside listening to one of her CDs than head off to, well, where I have to go.

I did talk to a wide range of voice-mail systems today. I also took D. across town to pick up one of his cars; that was less painful than usual; only took two hours. I checked my mailbox, a pointless task.

I'll be writing this weekend, whether I want to or not. Cleaning, too. After two years of whining about it, I'm finally getting new window screens. Seems a good time to yank out the sliding windows, clean the frames and do likewise to the blinds.

What an exciting life!