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days gone: 10
LJ: temp-to-permorarily defriended a couple people/things and only had to go back 180.
B.org: a mere 2273 behind in natter. It shall be as nothing. But, tomorrow.
e-mail: 58, mostly neighborhood listserv pettiness. Only the mildest of amusingness.
work email: yet to be determined.

Being in own house, without bitchy remarks on parenting and "anger issues" from mother, after spending an 8-hour day of travel holding Casper the excitable human octopus? Of innumerate value.

quirky vacation items

Yes, I just posted an hour ago. Yes, I tried to sleep but couldn't. Only 1775 behind in Natter now, though.

1. The mushroom that grew from between the tub and the adjacent baseboard in the main bathroom of our vacation house. Seriously. I took a picture. Nothing says, "The time to regrout the tub has passed and now we are entering imminent decomposition of the room due to excessive humidity," like toadstools growing from the wall.

2. On the ferry home this morning, a man spit a mouthful of mouthwash into the blustery wind. It (duh, laws of physics, people) blew into the face of the person 20 feet along the railing, namely mr. flea. Unbeknownst to me. mr. flea told the guy off and went to wash his face. The guy then did it again an undetermined time later and got me, in the eye, when I came around that corner. I was concerned that I might be facing infection with some nassty disease, because frankly the fellow looked like he might have one, but mr. flea pointed out that the mouthwash was presumably at least somewhat disinfectant.

3. Highlight of the Somervillian/Salemista party, and really, of the entire vacation, was the following exchange:
Scene: yard filled with us. Nutty, me, Casper, Nora and Tom sit on deck.
Casper: I want to kiss that man.
me: His name is Tom.
Casper: I want to kiss that Tom.