Short Jaunt

I met with my co-presenter today, down in Springfield. We did more gossiping than working, but we figured out how to do the introduction. I also found out what happened to someone with whom we used to work and who got fired.

I was craving a burger, so I stopped at Culver's and had one. Probably shouldn't have spent the money, but it was good.

When I got back, I took a nap with Mimi and Zara. Zara has decided that the wicker chest in the window, on which I put the zabuton, is the perfect cat bed.

I've had a hard time getting going, but I threw my laundry in. It's hot in here. I need to work in the office, but I have so much stuff piled on the table by the window, that I don't know if I can get the fan in the window. I guess that's incentive to get stuff organized in here.

On Track

Mom is doing well. We're on track for her to come visit a week from Thursday. (I'm taking time off after the conference at which I'm presenting.) We're going to look at my Charleston-Savannah book and discuss where we'd like to go, among other things.

I told my mom that I want to retire in Clearwater, Florida, and she said, "Clearwater, Florida???" But I explained what interested me in it. (She liked the description of the 55+ complex.)

It is flipping hot in here, even with the A/C on. And I need to run the oven to bake a quiche. Poor planning on my part? Florida can't be much more humid than Central Illinois.

Oh well, the food won't make itself. (Boy, would I love a robot that cooked for me.)