–        Shockingly, I was not able to fix the frigging toilet, but I did manage to make a very impressive mess of the whole thing.  Plumber comes at 5 and I’m done pretending I am Handy Manny.  Going forward, “do it yourself” will mean “hired someone to do it myself”.

–        Someone needs to go take this bitch out before she breeds.  Seriously, I’m slightly obsessed with this story.

–        I’m still crazy about Homeland, and no, I’m not being paid by Showtime to be a one woman marketing machine for this show.  It is amazing, but I really should not watch it at 10:00 on a Sunday night because, insomnia and terror.

–        An excellent weekend for football, thinking of quitting my full time job.  Or not.

–        I wish recovery was a continuum.  I would just love to have a project plan for when I can stop feeling like crap.  I hate having 3 great days with almost no thoughts of sadness and then wake up feeling like I just want to go right back to sleep.  I don’t want to skip around phases of grief, I want to be done.  Yes, this is me, trying to micromanage loss.