The sad part of not leaving the house is that I’d expect that I would have gotten a lot done. In fact, the main goal of the weekend was to paint my closet. What happened was installing that damn light in the closet made all the flaws in the walls quite obvious, and I had to do a little more prep before deciding that, hey, this is a closet and who the hell cares what it looks like? But I also moved the DirecTV outlets around and had to patch the holes in the wall which are going to take some time to dry. I moved more furniture, not that anyone would notice, and tried to organize more files but ended up just spreading more papers on the floor.

I know there’s no reason to keep my dad’s old income tax returns, but I found some from 1946-1955 and I’m curious to see what he made back then. If I had any sense, they’d just go straight into the shredder. I also found old grade-school pictures and some of my sister’s medical records and a bunch of weird-shaped batteries. Funny the things my dad had squirreled away.

I also signed up for eHarmony at the suggestion of Nurse Tiff. Somehow it uploaded a picture from my computer that I didn’t select that looks quite foolish. I don’t seem to have a whole lot of pictures of myself besides the ones in Photo Booth which is where the picture came from. I’m sure that will increase my popularity on the site.

Well, it’s time to pretend to go to bed early. I have a book I need to read.