Oh, you are such a Monday.

But I have a working laptop, so that’s good. The new hard drive is in, and I only appear to have lost all my fonts (this is a bigger deal than it sounds) and bookmarks from my web browser. Whew.

Had Jennie over to stay this weekend, and then sent her home again on Sunday. We had some lovely adventures, involving pedicures, sushi buffets, a diversity concert and a really weird late-night Chinese restaurant (which we found after cold-calling several from the listing on Jennie’s GPS). Thanks, lady, for telling us it was behind the Chick-fil-A. We seriously never would have found it (no, really – there was no sign).

The result of all this is that I now have nicely manicured toenails, some extra weight on my person (woo all-you-can-eat sushi) and a renewed determination to learn Kathak. I have been thinking about it pretty much constantly. I even went so far as to find some instructional clips on YouTube, which I attempted to follow along with but actually don’t remember all that well. The ChickenGoddess says she knows of a few schools in the area that teach it to grown-ups. I will continue to attempt to learn from the YouTube clips in the meantime. Lea and Yul, who did not do Kathak but did perform at another point in the program, did a lovely job.

I also made it to the heel portion of the second Rivendell sock before the ChickenGoddess came over to watch Jhoom Barabar Jhoom. I got no knitting done during that, which was really for the best, because  I still can’t read subtitles and do complicated knitting all at once yet.

But I will someday.