... I spent more time reading about getting things done than getting things done. Still, it was time well spent. I spent some more reading Allende's House of the Spirits, which also was well spent. And Scott called, which always makes me gleeful, even when I've been meaning to call him for days, which I have.

I am, before bed, going to do three pieces of ironing, wrap Danny's birthday present, and finish up the cattery. And then I'll get up at o'dark hundred to make the train. Commuting again, yum.