I spent the rest of the day, the non-writing part, chasing a two-year-old, running errands, and paying bills. I hate paying bills. Actually, that’s not entirely true. I hate paying bills when we have so little money. I rather enjoy the nuts and bolts of the bill-paying experience, the writing of the checks, the updating of the checkbook register, the simple math I feel entirely capable of doing. It’s therapeutically simple. Until I see the number to the far right going down…down…down, and I’m mentally tallying the bills that are still to be paid this month. Fabulous.

I’d say chocolate would be in order, except I read on the New York Times website today that the mood-lifting properties of chocolate are exaggerated. “One… study showed that a 130-pound person would have to eat 25 pounds of chocolate in one sitting to significantly alter the mood.”

And the problem is…what exactly?

I think I’d better go get some caffeine instead, though. The light’s fading and I’m fading with it, and I’m meeting some girlfriends (if I were not aging, I’d probably use the term “gal pals,” but heck, thirty’s coming fast) for fondue at 8:45 tonight and I’d like to be awake for that. If possible.