Dennis came over and we nailed down plans for the built-ins in the study. Along one whole wall, he and his partner, Bill, will install shelving, a running desktop, cabinets, and drawers. We have other neighbors who have had this done; it looks great and will keep organized all the mounds of records, files, and other paperwork about which my life revolves, (See? I didn't end with a preposition--aha!)
I chose white cabinets (actually, similar to my kitchen cabinets), with wainscoting on the back wall. There'll be room for the printer, fax machine, and all the other junk I seem no longer to be able to live without. In addition, there will be plenty of shelving for books and pictures. Pat and I think the cost we agreed on is fair--maybe more than fair, but I hope not--and are anxious to see it started.
After the business part of our talk, Dennis and I discussed current affairs, deploring the Imus thing and the scourge of prejudice itself. You can dislike individuals--and oh yeah, there are plenty I find tiresome--but to assume negative traits about people globally is not only immoral, it's stupid.
Talked to Alison last night. She and Mike skipped their usual Friday night hike in order to conserve energy for the race. They're leaving this morning and will stay over in Boston until Tuesday. We're all hoping the predicted storm (Northeaster', blizzard, or who knows what) will stay away. They'll have chips in their running shoes (heaven forbid I should call them "sneaks") and I can track them throughout the race. I only hope, hope, hope the damn storm won't come, that they won't accidentally fall in a manhole, and that they'll finish.
Brother Jim called last night. His daughter, dear niece Chrissy (whose wedding I'll attend next month), either misread "angiography" for "angioplasty" in my previous entry or Jim thought she had said I had had that procedure. Anyway, he called to see how I was--what great sibs I have!
Just ordered three books from Amazon: the newest Dionne quint one, How Doctors Think, and another on what really makes us happy (can't remember the name. but like the concept).
Now I must go and get Pat's morning things out, then pick up Susan for our walk. I slept so late--until 5:45--that I feel I don't have my usual jump on the day. Obsessive? Well, yeah, that could be, but who said I wasn't?