You have no idea how disgusting my kitchen is right now.

Last night was Brittnie’s birthday night and following a delightful trip to Blue Heron - however more awesome could a restaurant be? I don’t know that it’s possible - we ended up here eating molten chocolate cake and talking about death and burying and cremation. And then we listened to Comcast Crap Music (search around channel 500 to see what I mean).

By midnight I’d felt the effects of a long week of little sleep and lots of illness and sort of maybe said it was time to wrap it up.

And now it’s the next day plus one hour and I’m here on my sofa and my kitchen is a molten chocolate mess and my laundry needs to get done.

And I’m still so very tired.

But, I have just come up with the best plan, which involves doing my laundry at a location that is A) near a grocery store and B) near a fabric store. What better place to put a laundromat? I don’t know that there is one. The unfortunate thing is that I have to get dressed and ready in order to carry out the laundry plan. I don’t know that I’ve ever hated doing laundry more than in 2007.

There is no house news really. I mean, there are horrific stories of bad electrical work in the business part of the house, but I would rather not think about it right now.

Next time I write it will be about my father retiring and a piano.