Today I'll go and open a vein for the Red Cross then maybe deal with the reality that it is the middle of September and my outdoor plants are on their last roots and look like crap. Maybe I'll pick up some hardy mums to keep the winter-is-coming depression at bay for another month or so. Though the plants on the deck don't look too bad yet.
I am re-reading The Witching Hour by Anne Rice. I first read it about 15 years ago and fell in love with the freaky, creepy Mayfair family. I suppose I should finish the trilogy and finally read Lasher and Taltos. I am really hoping that the demon wins in the end. That's me, rooting for the twisted, salacious and seductive side.
The Minion ( who never gets ill ) had a sore throat so I kept him home from school Monday. Being the germophobe that he is, he asked me a gazillion times: "How do I look?" and he took his temperature about every half hour. Somehow we made it through the day without me locking him in the barn with a bag of Ricola lozenges and a blanket.