I have baked nothing for tomorrow night, I have done no grocery shopping, and KC was out at a fire from about the second he got done work till Leah's bedtime, so I was cleaning on my own. He's pitching in tomorrow, though, and I am getting up early to pick up drinks and nibbly things, and he is in charge of booze so I have decided that if everyone drinks enough no one will care that the food sucks. Also, I am sort of numb in that disinterested kind of way. I think Sunday I will fix that by going to a movie after my sister's recital.

Granddad is doing better; I saw him this morning and he had eaten all his breakfast and was grumbling about choosing the menu for tomorrow, because he was "getting out of here by then." Except not. Heh. But they've made room for the hospital bed at his house and he's not walking out of that hospital until he's toting along an oxygen tank, so once again I am feeling a little better, if a bit wary. Of course.

I am boxing up books to either sell of give away; so far I have cleared the equivalent of the 3 shelf bookcase in my living room. Not bad, considering I haven't even started on the two bookcases in the computer room and that KC will barely let me touch any of his stuff. Heh. Leah will be exceedingly well-read in WWII naval history and the Tudors. How dull are we? We don't even have unusual or obscure interests. Sometimes it's depressing, how average we are. A full life of shining mediocrity.

All right. To bed! So that I may brave the stores tomorrow for cheese and buffalo wings! Avast!