2 September 2001

After the last blog, I figured that it was worse to be a wimp than a procrastinator, and set back to housecleaning and other corporeal improvements. And my toe? HA! to my toe! Little toe! Vestigal toe! Nonessential personnel! I scampered up the ladder and commenced to painting the bathroom, and an hour later I must say that the only thing more spectacular than my new wall treatment is the color my foot is turning. Oo-ee. Is there a doctor in the house? Or, better yet, someone with fresh synonyms for “stupid?”

2 September 2001

2 September 2001

So my plan for the long weekend was to finish my fall housecleaning (Rosh Hashanah’s in two weeks, y’all) and then start my long-overdue fall sitekeeping — tidying up, freshening up, everything up. However, so far tonight in the pursuit of clean housing I have cut myself twice, burnt myself but good once, and broken a toe. I can only conclude that working on my Web site would result in IMMEDIATE ELECTROCUTION. It’ll have to wait a little longer yet.

2 September 2001