My Beautiful Laundrette

at 7:30 a.m.

Got home too late last night to do the clothes, so I got up this morning at 7 a.m. to do them. Not bad, either. I just ran out of time and barely made it to my train. But my clothes were fresh out of the dryer. It was me, an old woman, two sleeping cats, and that fabulous Lotto commercial with the dog--on Telemundo.

"Perrrro???!!" the guy says as the dog goes by with the french poodles in the limo. It's funnier in Spanish, I swear.

My chomped-up leg is still purple and red, but the itching has gone done. I should've done my sheets, too--they're covered in Cortaid ointment. It works, but it's messy.

What I'm enjoying most is going on various websites to find the shortest most curt version of a resignation letter I can find. I've seen "friendly but stylish", "helpful yet elegant", and going-out-on-a-limb-before-I-leave, which I ain't doing. I want the Dry As Dirt version. I think that could be lovely.

And then of course, the thing I didn't think of---the 401K rollover. I don't want the check. I don't want the tax penalty. I also don't want them keeping my $ while I'm at a new place. I think I want the Roth IRA. I'll have to set up something with my bank. Just poke around and see what they offer. Then if I have my own Roth IRA, I can sign up for whatever comes my way at the new place. More sources of moolah.

My allergies are also back--this time it's my eye. I literally peeled my lids open due to pollen gunky weirdness. That can be my lovely excuse for tomorrow's meeting downtown. Ahh, the gunky web I weave...