Well let’s see here, what’s cookin’ this morning?

1. The Browns. Um. Well, on to #2.
2. The Rays are going to the World Series. Anyone but the Red Sox, says I.
3. Yesterday, I saw Helen, Lars, Jakey, Jakey’s Mom, and #1 Son — all in the same day. How great is that.
4. Sorry fiends, but I have to say this again. There are some things a 50-year-old woman should not do.
5. I am having tuna sandwiches for lunch today, and for dinner tonight, before rehearsal. Stop by; there’ll be plenty to go around.
6. Eleven rehearsals left. There’s not enough DD coffee in this world…
7. I can’t begin to tell you how cool it is to reconnect with Jan and BoomR. And we’re still crazy after all these years…
8. I wish that *one thing* would be fixed so everything in my life would be truly great again.
9. If I ran for president, would you vote for me? I’d run on the Really Cute Shoes ticket.
10. Despite his ornery streak and penchant for slinky photos that make the Fink blush, TRO is a wonderful southern gentleman. (Sorry to smoke yer street cred there, friend. Heh heh.)
11. RD is sunning his reptilian hide in Florida right now. Let’s hate him.
12. I want Meg and Sam to get their colds over with this week, and not next.
13. As Grand Vizier of Finkville, I declare today Be Nice to Those of the Opposite Political Persuasion, Even Though You Know You’re Right Day.

Are you listening to me, Kody?

FO

Oh yes. Not one, but two huge, 135-cup serving bags of Dunkin’ Donuts coffee. BoomR, you are magnificent. Oh, and thank you for the boss software, too!!! I still can’t believe it. What an amazing gift.

And speaking of not believing it…last night at 7:57, I submitted the final assignment for my final class at BU. I’m done. It’s over. For a couple of hours last night, I just walked about in a daze. Do I turn on the TV? Do I get caught up with the school website work? Do I start the program for the musical? I text-messaged my gal pals BarJai and Stoney and told them I couldn’t believe it was over. I still can’t.

Now I start a whole new chapter, luvies. Studying for the April tests. That ought to just about drive me over the edge of the Cliff of Insanity.

But for today, we dance. And drink DD coffee over breakfast with Helen and Lars. Dulcissima.

Fink out.

I ponder the existential questions this day. Or at least, the questions that trouble me.

1. When will the FedEx guy be here?
2. If I hate the song “Birdland” (which I do, and always will), does that make me a bad jazz musician?
3. What will happen if I see someone holding a script onstage this afternoon?
4. How many mean people can dance on the head of a pin?
5. Will Monday ever get here? (Yes, friend. They’ve extended the due dates for class. The suckage continues.)
6. Am I really considering buying one of these? (Yes, I am, actually, for music software reasons. No vitriol allowed on this, though! Computer brand loyalty is like Republican vs. Democrat, Ford vs. Chevy, chunky vs. smooth. “And no minds were changed.”)
7. Why do I not like the latest MadMen plot twist? Where is Don going? And who did he call in the last scene?
8. Will this show be ready to open with 19 days and 12 rehearsals left?

These things I wonder. But…now it’s time to hit the shower and go watch Jake while #1 Son and Jakey’s Mom get ready to go to a wedding. Color me excited!

Happy Saturday,

Finkly

1. Have you heard about this? Or is the commenter correct in suggesting the Boston.com writer take an early retirement? (Me no likey Boston anyhow, for myriad reasons.)
2. If I lost $3 million from my NBA contract and was suspended for 30 games for this reason, I’d consider lying about it, too.
3. I have a friend who swears that monogamy is a misguided and unnatural convention. Now I read this in the Times book review. Hmmmm.
4. This is an opera I’d like to see.
5. In a Reuters story, the question was asked: What are you doing to deal with the financial crisis? Some guy wrote, “We are eating out less, delaying capital purchasing, planning less [sic] and shorter vacations, reducing gifts at holiday time, wearing older cloths [sic] and not replenishing wardrobe, washing my own car, cutting our own lawn, raking our own leaves, cleaning our own gutters, painting ourselves instead of hiring a painter, consuming more leftovers…” Gee. Wonder if he’ll be able to handle slumming in its most insipid form. You know, taking 4-day weekenders instead of 2-week vacations, mowing his own lawn, doing his own leaf-raking ‘n stuff…man, life can be brutal.

Sheesh. Now I’m just making myself mad. Gotta get to the Power Pointing. If anyone is an Excel wizard, I need to analyze some data on a Likert scale. Any takers? But first, I have to leap off this skyscraper…

Ugh.