Just how blind am I really? Sigh.

But, first, the rest of my day. Woke up before my alarm and got out of bed. After brekkie, I dawdled with getting ready. Finally started putting makeup on. Church-John said he'd let me know what time we're getting together. So I went back to bed and just lay there, contemplating the ceiling. I finally got out of bed after a couple of hours and started getting dressed. C-J e-mailed me, saying he'd be over at 5. Huh? What happened to the concept of "lunch"? Wellllll, as I found out later, Brent told him he'd call him ('cuz he was helping Brent and John after John's hip replacement), but Brent never did. Naughty brother Brent. So, apart from a couple of Gummi worms, I'd had nothing since brekkie to eat.

As it was cool out, I thought I'd better wear my warm leggings along with my tunic and capelet, as well as my (eek! bad hair week) beret. I really, really, really wished I could find my red satin scarf, but it seemed to have gone out-of-phase. It was only a couple of minutes before I was leaving that I glanced over onto the top of my printer (next to my desk) and - lo and behold, catching a flash of red - there was my scarf, hiding behind the box of tissues. To think it had been there all this time since I'd worn it last. Definitely sigh. But I was so excited, I forgot to pack my parking permit.

When c-J showed up, we took off for downtown. We were headed toward a French restaurant that one of our friends moans about. But the universe denied us. Apparently k.d.lang was performing nearby tonight and the place was reserved up-to-the-rafters. Sigh. So we headed across the street to a place I hadn't been to in a couple of decades. Yay, there was room for us. We ended up super-indulging ourselves with food and drinks, even a charming watermelon sorbet for dessert with little bits of chocolate imitating seeds!

When I got in, S. was watching a rerun of an old N.C.I.S. epi. Turns out she likes the show. And I found out that SuM had been the one who'd erased the show I'd recorded (because she thought she'd set it up to record). Just as well that I watched it this afternoon on the broadcaster's website. It was charming and funny, especially the bit where the town got a Cease-and-Desist letter from Gene Roddenberry. But, hey, Leonard Nimoy visited it; there's a bronze bust of him and his famous salute. I'm so glad I managed to watch it.

Right now, I've just watched my game shows and will watch the 6:00 p.m. news before bed. So, is that the only blind idiosyncrasy you had tonight, blondie? Uh-huh. I reached into my partially=opened fridge door for my bottle of water so I could swallow my pills. Instead, I pulled out the rosé and only noticed the colour after I'd poured it. So I added some sparkling water and washed my pills down. Oy. Just oy.