When I was a child, one of my favorite things was when my mom or dad washed my sheets and blankets, and after a long day of climbing trees and making massive mud puddles in the orchard we lived along side, I'd take a hot bath and climb into my freshly made bed. I can still feel the cool sheets and smell the clean linens. It's funny, linens at my parent's house still smell the same. What is that? I haven't the faintest, but it's divine. I still love a freshly made bed. I spent the afternoon doing laundry, so tonight I'll be afforded the comfort once again.

What a weekend. Sucks that it's over, but I need to get back to reality and the move the hell on anyway. Yesterday Keshau and I went to the Mystery House. We carefully investigated and determined the source of said mystery. I'll tell you all when you're older... The house was cool as hell, although admittedly bizarre. God, I love Victorians and Tiffany...mmmm. I had a smashing day, but was feeling rather on the ferklempt side driving home. Craig called as I was leaving SF, we talked all the way up to Petaluma, and then we met up in Rosa and drove to the beach. It was exactly what I required. I still feel...well it's irrelevent, actually. But it was really nice to have him so there for me.

So here I am, had a mellow day thus far. I need to make some risotto and some stew to freeze for the week still, and at some point I'm going to start on the third season of Oz that I've been meaning to watch for like three years. Jeepers. I'm actually thinking I might procrastinate it for another day or so and instead watch Sin City. Hmmmm. Anne should be calling at some point, that'll be good. In the meantime I'll preoccupy myself with music and plans for the future. When life starts to suck I make it bearable by planning the future, specifically plans for how to get the fuck out of this area code. Mmmmmhmm. I've been on the verge of this plan for months now, but it's all starting to make more sense. I'll work on the basics and discuss the rest with my handy dandy new life coach on wednesday. Yup, that's right. Jill is not only my former pastor, my mentor, and my friend, I have just agreed to make her my life coach. It isn't that I can't figure myself out on my own, I do that just fine, thank you. Jill is just really adept at providing insight and suggestion to get and keep me on track. She always has. She's like a catalyst for getting where I want to be.

Sadly, doing dishes and cleaning the fridge is not on the "where I want to be" list, but it's on the agenda before risotto, stew, and movies, so off I go. *sigh*

music: Marilyn Manson
mood: still irrelevent