When I opened the living room shades and looked outside, I thought "that car is pink." But surely it must be some trick of the light making it look pale pink. No, when I sat down and looked out from the chair, I could see the discreet Mary Kay near the front. I think pale pink is much better than the old ones, but I'd still have trouble driving one of those. And when the woman came down, she had hair that didn't move and she was perched on three-inch stilettos. Ick.
I was hoping to meet with someone from Making Light tonight up in Bethesda. She's here to sell her graphic novels at a small press show and I may have screwed up by not calling her when I got her email with phone number yesterday and instead emailing back. I put in a call today that went to message, so I don't know if that will work out or not.
However, I'm going to go check for mail and then take a nap. I was up way too late last night.