I am home, in my little apartment, staring with bleary eyes at the long list of tasks I must accomplish in the next week, not the least of which, I think, is to get this blog back on track. But what to say? It has been so long since my daily activities have even approached normalcy, I have forgotten how to recount them in a remotely interesting manner.

Today, I got a haircut. Yesterday, I rearranged my television and stereo components in anticipation of digital cable installation. Today, I watched Maria try to flee Pine Valley with her daughter and police chief Anna arrest her own husband in punishment for his part in the Maureen cover-up. Yesterday, I rearranged the Zapotec rugs on my apartment floor. Today, I went grocery shopping and could not find those cereal bars I like. Yesterday, I took my wireless phone in for repair.

Eeep.