Sunday, Blessed Sunday
Ahh, Sunday. What bliss.
After a frenetic period of activity that included a lot of men in my house moving and carrying and installing and grunting, I'm left only with the task of getting my washing machine fixed, and I can't get that done on Sunday.
So, off I go (in a few hours) to jump in a pool and let the water and the sun purify me. Maybe all the unpositive positive ions that've been clinging to me for too long will end up squeezing themselves into the pool filter only to be discarded.
My new stove is very faboo.
It's got an industrial feel to it, with big honking burners and a serious broiler. I tried it out on a grilled cheese sandwich last night, and I can see I have to get used to such amazingly fierce firepower.
I'll have to actually read the instructions before I use the oven, but I will, just not today because I'm going swimming.
And that's all I have planned for today. You?