Karen Carpenter's Nightmare

No, not an all you can eat buffet.

It's a rainy day and a Monday. And, oddly enough, I feel quite good about it, if not quite on top of the world. I guess that's what coming home early from a mini-pub crawl, baking an apple pie (which is, truth be told, a bribe for someone at work), and getting to bed around 11pm will do for you.

There's something to be said for that eight-hours-of-sleep thing. For all we know, it just might happen again tonight. Gosh, I'll really feel like a superstar then.

I even woke up a little early and entertained going out for a swim, but that wind did sound awfully menacing. So I stayed under the covers and played a bit of solitaire, thinking there's a kind of hush in the flat, what with Larry gone.

I think it will be a review day for the Iraqis. Yup, they'll feel like it's yesterday once more.

Or maybe I'll make them sing.