The Neon Nurse's Charting

I clearly pay way too much attention to the sender/subject lines of the spam I get.

But wouldn't it make YOU go "Hmmm" if you got something where the subject line said "the great the one" and it was (supposedly) sent to you by Jayne Baldwin?

(Friendly note: the above will only make sense if you have watched Joss Whedon's Firefly series.)

Speaking of that, sort of, I am keeping very, very busy rearranging and clearing space. (House, not Outer. Although I warned Caro that if we keep getting better and better at packing more things into smaller containers, we are eventually going to create a black hole and suck everything in the the known universe into it. Through our living room, most like. So we need to be careful and not overdo.)

Besides almost being ready for The Tree, there is a bare stretch of about 6 inches on the treadmill. Once it is empty, I am going to start preparing for next year's National Dem convention by walking on it daily while watching my DVDs of Buffy and Firefly...and maybe the first three years or so of Angel, but definitely not that last year, which was another black hole waiting to happen, if you know what I mean.

But plans, eh? Sometimes they go, sometimes not. My plan to stay inside all day was foiled by Nature saying, "I think they need more ice falling from the sky all along HERE!" So the buses did not run today, so I drove Mike to school and as long as I was going drove Caro too. (We still have a lot of boxes of books in Dreamcloud, but were able to shift enough to give Mike a seat of his own instead of tying him to the roof rack. Which he always objects to.)

And now I have to go fetch the fam home again in a few minutes. Or at least, that's the plan.