So it's Saturday. And I see that my mother is ONLINE.
What is up with Skype and Facebook telling me who is online? It's none of my business. Yet I always feel like I should do something with this information. Like send a little note or something. Just to say hi.
We have a very full day today. Laundry (whites AND colors)!, medium-long run (7 miles), birthday party at GLOW GOLF!, fundraiser for Africans I don't know (but who are lovely, I'm sure), and then Larry's playing at the French Quarter tonight. (Not theFrench Quarter. But the Nashville club The French Quarter, which ispractically the same thing, really, if you squint your eyes and tilt your head just so.