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Out at a coffee shop as I write this, where I am suddenly aware of how shallow ALL the sites on my favorites list are. It’s one thing to jump from one celeb gossip site to another, altogether shamelessly, in the privacy of my own home. It’s another entirely to do so here, where I am convinced the people behind me are looking at my screen and sighing, shaking their heads. Maybe not ALL my stuff is that bad—I do check the New York Times, as well as CNN—but then there’s also livejournal, and The Scoop, and Gawker, and my screen freezing on this story about Michael Jackson in such a way that his face was repeated, endlessly, for everyone to see. Whoops. Oh, well. Maybe I should pull up a spreadsheet so I can look serious and hard-working. Oh, who am I kidding, I don’t even know how to do that.

In similarly shallow news—or not—I finished the first season of Gilmore Girls last night. I just love this show, I can’t thank all of you who recommended it enough. The second season’s first disc is probably getting put in my mailbox right about…now. The addiction continues. And now that I’ve roped my husband in as well—although he would deny it, saying only that it’s preferable to anything else I watch—I have someone to watch with, which is the best. The Gilmore summer marches on…

Speaking of summer, I’m continuing with my effort to make certain changes in mine. Like to stop stressing out so much, and relax more. Call my friends more frequently, because all fall, winter and spring they were so patient with me when I was writing, and insane, as I always am. Today I even slept in, on a weekday, which is TOTALLY unlike me, as I am schedule driven to a fault, even when I have no schedule to be on. Part of this is just letting go a bit, going with the flow, always hard for me. For example yesterday, I was at the post office, buying stamps. The guy behind the counter asked me if I wanted flags or birds, and I found myself, as always, standing there in my typical swirl of indecision. This must have been obvious, because he gave me an odd look, and I said, “I’m just having trouble with decisions today.” He nodded and said, “I’ll decide for you,” and gave me flags. Which was fine. I told him that’s what I needed, someone to just make my decisions for me sometimes. He said, “I’ll do that for you. After you leave here, go have a cheeseburger. And a beer.” Which was odd advice to get from a postal service employee, but still, it says something that even a total stranger can tell I need to take it down a notch. Or two. Lesson learned, message received. To him, to everyone, I say: I’m working on it.

(Although I didn’t have a cheeseburger. But I did have a beer, later. And it was nice. So thanks for that.)

have a good day, everyone!
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