The painting I wanted isn't as negotiable as I need it to be, alas. So I'm getting a canvas print instead. Should still be pretty nice, but not like having the real painting, of course.
We had our department lunch today. So I have leftover good mac 'n' Ig-Vella-cheese to take home.
Yesterday kicked my ass, with a confluence of health stuff. Such is life sometimes, however. I'm still goin', at least.
Guess that's it for now. Mostly I wanted to say my typewriter's fixed, to fix it in my mind to go pick it up this weekend. And then I'll write Eddie, finally.
