Laundry in, trash up to the head of the driveway for pickup, SCSI mouse found so my friend can do a job (he only asked for a keyboard last week...), dishes out of the sink and into the dishwasher...

And only two errands on the way to meeting a friend for lunch at a new Mexican restaurant in the Fox Run Mall area (not in the mall, across from the side of the mall).

I'm a margarita purist, but I may sample theirs anyway.

"Recovering" really isn't the right word, but I AM recovering from the intensity of Saturday's memorial for Tom. I think the most moving thing that happened that day was, as I was leaving, Cat who has been our server at the weekly session for the past two years or so, embraced me (again) and excitedly exclaimed, "I heard him! I heard him! I heard Tom talk and sing!" She hadn't known him before he lost his voice...

Linn