The Sun is UP

It's a good day. Could be that I have only 14 hours left of this job (but who's counting)? Could be that my shiny Volvo is fixed. Could be that the high is 47 degrees today. The list goes on and on.

I have more energy now than I have for a while. I'm planning to clean the apartment tonight, as we have a slew of guests coming in on Saturday to break the number-of-people-sleeping-in-a-one-bedroom-apartment record. Actually, I'm pretty sure we won't break the record. That's probably retained by some college folks sleeping/passing out on top of each other after a crazy party...

Sigh. The party days. Oh, how a preggo longs for a good glass of wine to go with her cheese.

Tonight I'm baking the infamous Cherry Love Bars. These bars are outta this world fabuloso; perhaps I should post the recipe. I actually googled the recipe just to see if it existed in cyberspace. Nada. Hmm. Maybe I should sell it on Ebay.

I'm reading WHITE TEETH by Zadie Smith for book club right now. Not sure entirely what I think about it, but it's gripping. Much more theme going on than in our last book club choice, which is promising.

Gotta split. Just finished my can of Coke and thecaffeineiskickingin.

Tales of a Dying Volvo

Vinny is dying. Well, he sounds like he's dying. The driver's side front wheel screeches and whines in a manner unfit for driving with the windows down. Thankfully, it is winter in Minnesota and neither I nor those on the road around me are loco enough for such chaos.

Vinny is at the shop right now, and I'm hoping this screeching can be repaired with minimum labor and minimum parts. What a waste of a bonus.

Additionally, I am tired this morning. My head keeps slipping down and snapping back up like it used to in 8th grade geometry class. Only 3 more days, including today, of this place.

Wahoo! Wahoo!