Me in my office/studio, looking anti-glam in my pj’s and ‘ 4 generations of love’ sweater. Peter snuck in and took this pic unbeknownst to me.
Went to a talk at the “Bohemian Cafe” downtown last evening with Miranda. It was all about Gluttony. It was all right. I didn’t learn anything new though. Then we went for supper at “The Bread Co.” and then shopping. I was supposed to be M’s stylist. I turned out to be my own stylist–purchasing two gorgeous dresses! M at least got one. We would have shopped longer but the mall closed on us (and no, we didn’t spend the night trapped inside this time!).
I am reworking my thesis to show to my supervisor. It is quite exciting. M persuaded me to do a broader study as it is a field no one has ever studied before and thus I must give a more broad context to explain it to people before focusing on an autoethnographical study. The topic is the new underground fiction being practiced on the internet by unusual authors in unusual places.
Fernando is wild–bolted to the street twice yesterday and refused to be caught. But man is he bright. Case in point: I stopped by M’s the other day to chat and M said to let him off his lead in the house–M and I were the only ones in the house except Fernando. He ran all over upstairs and downstairs exploring. And guess what he found? Out of all the tons of stuffies and toys he could have discovered, he brought me Pip’s stuffed monkey “Rogio”that she’d left there days earlier. He carried it to me and dropped it at my feet!
I’ve been working out killer this week. I do love it. I am a girl who cannot sweat–it is my N. European genetics. However, this week, thanks to hot yoga, I am sweating!
Girls are off school today–Pro D day.
I have a doctors appointment later (my skin infection on my chin– incase it doesn’t heal on its own). It is my own fault. I could not stop picking at a dry skin patch–peeling it off each time it healed–sure enough it got infected. I am definitely cousin to the apes.
Thinking about the beach this aft with my gals–although Pip requested, “We go for coffee Mom? I LOVE coffee mom!”–a little Starbucks junkie like her mom. ALthough, she gets a hot choco.
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