I got through 11/25 in the WashPost last night, plus good progress on a late present, but even though I went to bed on time, I couldn't get to sleep. I've been watching the "Clash of the Choirs" on NBC. Patti LaBelle, Nick Lachey, Kelly Rowland, Michael Bolton, and Wayne Shelton each chose 20 people from their hometowns to make into choirs. I think, from the beginning, LaBelle's has been best (the final competition is on now) because she picked some folks who actually know how to harmonize. Most of the others were looking for 20 soloists and that doesn't make a good choir. Plus, LaBelle is the only one who picked people for their music and not their size. She has fat women strutting in the front row and the others didn't; she also has the youngest person in the competition, an 18-year-old woman. I spent a lot of time in bed thinking about the different arrangements the choirs used and while some are interesting, the best technically are LaBelle's. Rowland and Bolton are already out of the competition, so we'll just be hearing from the other three choirs tonight. I think they'll finish in this order: LaBelle, Lachey, Shelton.
Having gotten to sleep late, I apparently turned the alarm off and went back to sleep. I woke up without time to take a shower before I saw the psych, so I washed up a bit and headed out. He decided to increase the Celexa to 40mg a night and I got him to make an order for that (so I'm not paying copay twice a month) and I waited for it. A guy next to me looked fannish and at an opportune time, I asked what he was reading. It was Crystal Dragon by Sharon Lee and Steve Miller. Yep, fannish. But he's a fantasy fan, so I didn't mention the bookgroup. I got about halfway through Monday, 11/26, while waiting.
Then I headed off to the transfer station to leave mixed paper for recycling, left the old coat at the charity shop, and dropped off newspapers at our dumpster on the way in. Sort of backwards from usual.