Half-way through January

I'm having a good day.

It's Saturday and Tom has the day off. This is very rare.

He is, of course, spending the morning playing Red Dead Redemption, which he got for Christmas from his mother. And having coffee for breakfast. He would be very happy, I'm sure, except that he takes his game very seriously and, well, it's all fun and games until someone steals your horse, or beats you at poker, or you die without saving your progress.

As for me, I like watching the horse riding but not the shooting and skinning of animals. So, I mostly have been on the computer with my Bach and Emiliana Torrini Pandora stations playing, eating oatmeal with peanut butter and drinking White Christmas tea (which hasn't gotten old for me yet, though I've begun to forget all the words to the Christmas songs I'm no longer listening to every day).

I am enjoying my apartment being mostly clean. Usually two rooms are really clean and put together and the other two are suffering - or some such ratio. But today everything is mostly clean. Nothing's too clean, if you know what I mean, and nothing is making me feel guilty. I think this came about because I have been doing absolutely NO schoolwork lately. Huh.

Today Tom and I are planning to go to Bring. Tom's been there many times, apparently, I just want to check it out for future reference. We're also going to Winco to buy cheap organic coffee because we're poor, and Tom is going to mess with the html on my blog and see what happens.

I'm going to try to get a good start on. . . did you think I was going to say my research paper? My Art History reading? Ha! Hardly. I was going to say: repairing the super-expensive, super-fragile, antique quilt Lane bought us for a wedding present. After two-plus years I would love to start moving towards our goal of hanging it above our bed.

This is why I'm having a good day.

And it's raining outside and the clouds are covering up the top of the hill I see outside my window, which is pretty usual, actually, but always nice.