Whew, what a weekend. Friday was dinner and a movie. Both were kind of hokey. But, heck, it was fun.

Saturday I was on a massive errand running binge and didn't get nearly as much accomplished as I would've liked.

Sunday I went house shopping. I don't know what kind of mood I was in, but, pretty much, I liked everything. Now, I just have to decide. Of the 8 houses I saw, 5 of which are definite "maybes." I just need to decide, since they vary by about $10,000 in listed price, span 3 neighbourhoods, and three property tax rates. Thankfully, mom is coming in to save the day and be a second opinion (and her in-the-closet boyfriend, David, is going to be the third opinion). And, at that, the average 30-year mortgage rate is 5.99%, the lowest rate since 1971, when they started tracking it.

I think I will never get to my fitness class on time at 6:30 a.m. This morning, I was so close to being early, right until I got to NASA Rd 1 and realized that I left the shirt and bra I planned on wearing today, in the dryer at home. So, anyway, I had to turn around and drive back to get them (or wear a smelly gym shirt to work), which made me 15 minutes late. I'm habitually tardy, I need to move to Italy, where there's a national pastime of being habitually tardy.