Ah, yes, where were we?
Having spent much of the past week in bed with a wretched headache/sinus infection/early warning case of bird flu, I missed out on so much.
Like my alma mater's mercifully brief appearance in the NCAA tournament. The University of Pennsylvania Quakers actually make it to the, um "Big Dance," (if that is, in fact, the term of art) rather frequently since we're the dumb jocks of the Ivy League. Sadly, though, Ivy League dumb jocks don't generally hold up well against actual basketball players, so we pretty much always lose in the first round. (And my school loyalty always messes up my bracket pool chances.) So, belatedly, Go Quakers! It would have been so cool to beat Texas at, you know, something. Ah, well, as the beloved old cheer goes, "That's all right, that's OK. You'll all work for us someday." Ivy League sportsmanship at its best.
And, sure, some other stuff happened, like John Stroger's stroke (does anyone else think it's weird that he didn't go to Stroger Hospital?) and James Laski's guilty plea.
But other people have covered that.
The real news, in my world, is that our kitchen remodeling project is seriously underway.
On Friday, R. rented a truck and went out to the Ikea warehouse to pick up the 83 boxes that contain our some-assembly-required cabinets. And, very impressively, he spent the weekend making actual cabinet-like objects out of the large piles of flat, seemingly identical, pieces of wood.
Monday morning, our fantastic handyman arrives to tear out the old cabinets.
I think I'm actually getting excited about this whole home improvement concept, though that might just be the antibiotics talking.
