…when you meet someone who bewitches you.

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I've had Leonard Bernstein tunes in my head all weekend, since seeing “Leonard Bernstein's New York” on Ovation. Admittedly, I only watched it because I went to high school with one of the castmembers, but the tunes were so infectious…

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I still haven't managed to contact an a/c installer, which meant I was effectively banned from computer use because the computer room was just too hot this weekend. Probably for the best, anyway. I got some reading done, played with the dogs, and even spent a few hours working on the stack of stuff on my desk at the office. Yay, productivity.

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I dragged Fuzzy out clothes shopping, so he'd have something which I deem acceptable to wear to his friend's wedding this weekend. We spent $400 on him at Structure, and learned a lot about their very confusing discount system. It rivals the rules for Fizbin. Really. “Blue shirts are 49.95 regularly, but 34.95 on Tuesdays when it's dark, and 19.95 if you buy 17 other items while hopping on one foot.” What? Exaggerate? Me?

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This weekend made history: I spent more on clothes for Fuzzy than for myself. But I still need another pair of sandals, to replace the Tevas that Cleo-dog ate, and a new wristwatch, to replace the one I bought in Iowa last summer, and which didn't even survive the plane-trip home. I've been watch-less ever since, and I feel all out-of-kilter, albeit subtly so.

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The first attempt at sourdough wasn't abysmal – I haven't baked bread in too long, and need to re-learn those skills – but I do need a baking stone. Soon.

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So much for journal fodder. Back to work now.
*wanders off singing*

…When he smiles at me, everything's hazey and so out of focus…