... until the phone call from the dean. (Unless they change the date again, of course.)
I found my first unquestionably white hair while showering yesterday morning.
Annajane is being transferred to a nursing home today. (The social worker has never been there, but was very impressed they had a web site. Unfortunately, Google turns up their public relations company using the nursing home as a case study—just how much did they have to improve the dreadful reputation of this place, anyway?—higher than the nursing home's own site.)
My friend close to partuition gave birth yesterday, the day before she would have been induced. Oh, did she sound tired over the phone.
And we threw a little party for the wife of our coy candidate, working along the theme "Granolaton doesn't suck at all." I hope it's a good sign that she's visiting. And I hope they decide soon. He's off collecting offers.