and in case you didn't know, they call me The Jackal

It is a different sort of good morning than the good morning I remember being so marvelous four years ago; but nevertheless, a good morning.

Also, I am not even close to the only person to have observed how pasted Diane Sawyer was during her coverage. Observe, from someone in the election thread at Fark.com: ( wheeeeeee ... )

Yesterday I took a personal day. I got my car serviced, during which time they lent me a loaner even though they weren't keeping my car overnight; so I went and got a pedicure (long overdue) and had half a manicure as well, by which I mean she filed my nails and, importantly, dealt with my cuticles, but didn't paint anything on my hands; and I also got all the pictures but one printed up for the photo-board display we want to have at Dad's memorial service on Saturday; and had some lunch; and spent some time putting my apartment back into some semblance of order; and, back at Gentleman Caller's, watched the returns mostly on BBC and then on ABC, and did two loads of laundry. This morning I folded the laundry, came to work, got a parking pass, and have paid my rent. I'll get my TB test re-examined and go to class and by this evening my brother and I will have sorted out the eulogy and the memorial service program. We've been in touch re: the headstone. I'm (honestly) only a shade further behind in my class than I would have been if my world hadn't fallen to bits two weeks ago - there's a paper due next Wednesday that I would likely not have begun yet even under normal circs, but the difference is at least I'd have thought about it. Ah well.

Onwards and upwards. And Forward!