…finding out that instead of having to take seven classes to meet the requirements for my broker's license, I only have to take four.

…a hot mocha valencia on a sunny-but-crisp morning. (Chocolate, orange, and coffee, yummmmmmmmm.)

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1. How do clouds taste?
Cool and fresh, with a hint of sweetness and a hint of mint.

2. What does Fear smell like?
Salty and metallic and hot, not cold.

3. What color is an ache?
Starbursts of red and yellow, lit like flashing traffic signals.

4. How does sorrow feel (to the touch)?
Thick and soggy, an old sponge.

5. What does the color indigo sound like?
The subtle roiling sound of a wave before it crashes to shore.

I received an email today from someone I was an apprentice Healer with on ShardsMUSH in 1994. I hadn't had contact from him since about '96, so naturally I was surprised to get an email, at an address I didn't have then. But his resourcefulness in tracking me down can't go un-noted. So, everyone, say hi to who is not only a really neat person, but, apparently, a fellow LJ-er.

I so love the way people you never expect to hear from again suddenly appear. It's just…cool.

Another cool thing is family. Mine's increased recently – I'm an auntie again, to my brother's second baby, another boy, born about a week ago.

There really isn't much point to this entry.
I'm just in a happy place and wanted to share.

Fluff:
Last night, even though we were both exhausted, Fuzzy and I finally bought the bookshelf I'd been eyeing at Organized Living for months. It's cherry, like most of the rest of the pieces of office furniture we bought, and tall, and as of this moment, still in boxes in the living room. But we'll get it up this weekend. I can't wait.

Drivel:
I don't really have a favorite color. I like black and red and green and purple. And most people think purple is my favorite, and sometimes I play into that, but mostly I like it because it's a fun color. In my purple collection this week: Purple Creme Oreos (I blame for getting me hooked on these), purple dish soap, and purple gatorade. However, the pencil sharpener I picked up (I needed one with a crayon setting so I could sharpen my favorite make-up stick), is green.

More Fluff:
I finished the continuing education requirement to renew my real estate license. You have to do 12 hours of classwork for the 1st 4-year renewal. I took three of my four finals last night while chatting periodically with and Fuzzy, and, just by doing open book tests, and not the classwork (which isn't technically required), got scores of 96, 92, and 96. Continuing Education is such a joke.

More Drivel:
I decided last week, and shared with a couple of people, that I want my broker's license by the end of this year, and within two years, I want to open my own shop (company), because I'm really tired of making other people rich.

Fuzzy and I will be celebrating our eighth anniversary at the end of this month. I've ordered his present (he thinks he's getting a boxed set of DS9, but no, I'm getting something else).
If you want to see look here.

Shhh.

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Churl, if you read this. Just. Don't. Say. Anything.

Computer: apparently fixed.
Bronchitis: Lingering, but getting better. Just not really up for hanging out online much yet.
Fuzzy: comes home tomorrow.
Continental: possibly the worst airline in existence.

My week-old spiffy computer went *poof* last night, for no apparent reason, though I suspect it's a heat issue. The high-end P4's run /really/ hot – even with five fans in the case this one was idling at 116F last time I managed to run the probe-software. Intel says that's well within the normal range, but, still…

So, I finally gave up on it, and was resolved to giving up my day off so I could go to the office and post rates, at least. I promised to do that while the boss is in the Bahamas for the next ten days, and it's something I can do remotely. But the email with the passwords was on the machine that was refusing to boot.

Then, about an hour ago, I woke up because I couldn't breathe, and the dog wanted to go out. So, I thought, “Let's take it apart and see what happens.”

I reseated everything I could easily reach, and removed a sound-cable I didn't need, and then managed to get it to boot into windows. I forwarded the mail to this system, my laptop, and then turned it off. Right now, it's sitting on the floor of the computer room, with the sides of the case still off. The dogs have been locked out of that room, of course. And I'm sitting here trying to decide if I /dare/ put the case back together.

In other news, I have the sweetest, most wonderful assistant in the whole world. brought the most amazing array of flora into the office – calla lilies, an orange lily, iris, purple tulips – AND topped that off with Purple Cream Oreos, which are not being opened until Monday. No, really, they're not.

I'd have left the flowers at the office, but since I'm taking today off (as is said assistant), there seemed to be no point So I've split them into vases, and I have a house full of flowers. Which is good, because I've felt so blechy all week that I haven't made my own trip to Bunches.

And the inner debate of the moment is: Should I go back to bed, or make coffee and read.

When my husband's alarm clock went off at 3:30 this morning, set so early because he had a plane to catch, I still hadn't managed to fall asleep. I was still a bit druggy and spacey from all the cold meds, and feeling pathetic because I was supposed to catch a plane of my own tomorrow, and spend the weekend with him, and now I can't, and when I don't feel well I hate being alone. Between the coughing and the illness-induced clinginess, I was literally in tears when he kissed me goodbye.

I got up, wandered around the darkened house, watched Cleo run across the yard to chase the shadow of a neighborhood cat, did an online grocery order to be delivered tomorrow, because I really am not in the mood to face the grocery store, and finally went back to bed, to a fitful sleep. I've never slept alone in this house, and after five months I'm still becoming accustomed to the noise. I tossed, I turned, I made Cleo move to Fuzzy's half of the bed, because there was space, and finally, two minutes before my own alarm was due to go off, I woke up.

It is impossible to pathetically miss someone when the first thing you see in the morning is a jumbled up pile of their dirty laundry, left in a corner of the bedroom floor.

I called my parents hoping for a comforting chat with my mother, but she had actually left the house before eight AM her own time for a conference call at her office, so I ended up getting a rare treat – a conference call with my step-father. Someday I might go into the true oddness of my relationship with him, or I might not.

I wandered around my house a bit more, let the dogs out, took their food out to defrost, watered the front garden – my daffodils are blooming, and it makes me feel like my family is surrounding me, because my mother planted them all for me, the last time she was here, and I mixed my grandparents' ashes into the soil.

And now, I'm off to work.
For the last day of my week.

Well, maybe not /double/, but if you live or work anywhere near a Wherehouse, you might want to see if they're one of the stores being closed as of April 1. The one in my neighborhood (Stevens Creek and Winchester, near Good Guys) is one such store, and right now all DVD's are 20% off, and CD's are 10% off.

The guy at the register mentioned they'll be going even lower, possibly as soon as this weekend.

Tonight, we purchased:
The X Files: Fight the Future
X-Men (ver. 1.5)
Signs
Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon
Men in Black II
Possession
Empire Records

Certain people I work with might want to note that they have a whole wall of Disney stuff.