One of the suction cups on my shower caddy won't stay stuck to the shower wall :( I do like that there's a clock in the shower, though.
I couldn't find where I packed my comb+round brush, so thankfully I really can do basically wash-and-wear.
I appear to have gotten sunburned from the outdoor service+potluck. (I was thinking, "Service was only 10-11am," but the potluck was outside as well, and I stayed hanging out until about 1, plus there's all the walking around I did.)
I went home, and couldn't get the door unlocked and opted not to wake my housemate who was recovering from Blogathon. I went to my old place and did some of the cleaning I didn't do on Saturday. (To my surprise, the really heavy tv stand was gone. Now on the curb were a chest of drawers and a toaster oven.)
I went to Blue Shirt Cafe in Davis and got a Granny & Jack sandwich (which I neglected to notice on the menu contains carmelized onions; sigh) and Nature's Bounty smoothie.
I then went to work to (among other things) buy a bottle of water and do Internet stuff including finalizing the travel for my Europe trip. Except when I swiped my card I just got a red light. When Eileen came to visit in March, I got us in to both Baker and Spangler with my swipe card. What up?
I went to Boloco and got a Triathlete smoothie. Last night when I was in Harvard Square, I saw Antonio -- the spray paint artist -- surrounded by a crowd of people. He was there again this afternoon. I hadn't seen him almost at all this season. I watched him for a bit and then he saw me -- and remembered my name as usual, which always impresses me. Apparently he's mostly just doing weekends now, largely because he's working for a shipping company in Harvard Square during the week. I should have cut out a bit earlier so as to have time to go to Tags before CWM, but oh well.
I came home (after CWM+After Stonewall) and still couldn't get the door open. (Housemate was up to let me in, though.) Fooling around with the key in the lock while the door was open, I managed to get it to work fairly consistently, though I'm doubtful of my ability to replicate that. (She says whenever people have come over to cat-sit they've been able to manage it fine. Key-locks have never been my forte, though.) Housemate says the problem is not a WD-40 problem, but I'm gonna pick some up from Tags after work on Monday anyway.
I got the info to connect to the wireless network, so I now have real steady Internet at home.
And I am fading now. I'm behind on LJ+email and still have to finalize Europe planning and do more than the token unpacking I've done thus far -- and I anticipate a busy week at work. Yeah, it's gonna be good times.
Someone I know recently is apparently in the hospital -- Laura Ruth said HRI.
Trelawney & co. are said to be fine. She named her daughter "Endelyn" -- freaking Cornish names (rhymes with "Evelyn," Tallessyn said), though I like that it (so Tallessyn says) means "fire soul."