Three more phone calls today from Grump, good grief. There is no end to their needs. I don't even answer the phone anymore when they call; I just let it go to voicemail and then I reply by e-mail. Is that rude? I don't even care; they drove me to it.

I have a J-less weekend coming up. It's the weekend of the marathon, which bums me out a little because I was looking forward to seeing you-know-who cross the finish line . . . but, okay. I've been thinking up little projects for myself. Maybe this weekend I will tackle the bathroom shelf project, watch a couple of movies, and order some pizza. It will be fine.

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