I woke having forgotten the storm, aware of 'feeling fat', and I suspect it was too much bread consumption, but Julia's gaspacho was so good and that French bread went down so easy, with its nice crust and...

Also, we have a large bug visitor that might be finding Julia's cooking tasty. He was Huge! I grabbed my shoe, but it fled and I couldn't catch it. I'd like to think it is a visitor from a neighbor's messy apartment. But I must allow for the probability that the messiness which attracts it is our own. It's time to get down on hands and knees and scrub that kitchen floor again...

Well, it's a good weekend to do it. On normal two day weekends, I'm much too absorbed with art and study and movies and excursions to be bothered with housework. But on a three day weekend, I can spare some time for these mundane necessities. Already I have taken the time to shorten the sleeves of two nice paisley blouses I bought at end of season sale at Dillards in spring. I love their shirts, but they are expensive if you buy them at season's beginning. I've got another, a red plaid, which begs to be fixed, as well. There's nothing sloppier than too much sleeve bunched up at one's wrists. Actually I suppose its fashion's way of saying if you're wearing an XL, you should be extra LONG to match the extra WIDTH.

Today is a new day, and perhaps today I'll eat better...

Now onto the tasks of the day...

Not so quickly with those, however. As I said, I woke, having forgotten the storm. I did consider it, wondering if it was very wet and messy outside. I have the option of waiting until tomorrow to do the wash. But when I opened the door, a shocking sight greeted me: