
they chose us!?, 6.01.03
Today, for multiple reasons better left unsaid, I am alternately giddy, heartsick, worried, and hopeful. We’re heading up to my parents’ place this weekend for some R&R by the lake, and when we get back we’ll be starting the process of living together.
There are not one but two home inspections on the way, which means another round of cleaning for my furry household (and a replacement vent pipe for the hot water heater, something I’ve never bothered to do since the last home inspection) and the possibility that our dreams may be dashed, twice.
There is the happy thought of all the legal mumbo-jumbo which will involve signing not one but TWO chest-high stacks of documents (hopefully).
There is the exciting prospect of boxing all my stuff and moving it across town, and then mingling it with Jen’s stuff, so that it becomes our stuff.
A message to two of our best friends: We love you, and please let us help in any way we can.
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Ric Ford is asking for help with the Macintouch site; his business model has become untenable and he’s asking for donations to keep the site going. I sent him $15 through Kagi to keep the site going. It’s one of my daily links and something I could not do without. If you run a Mac, you should consider helping out too.
I don’t know if I’m mad or just upset about this, but I didn’t know anything about it until just now. Dennis Miller has become a tool of the Republican party. And a tool.
Jesus, when the wheels of Fate get moving, they really get moving. I just got some news that, while not unexpected, has me a good deal worried.
8:35: Choices: American Idol, or something, American Junior Idols, or something, some nameless sitcom, or 60 Minutes. What a brainer no-brainer.