Received in an email at 6:30, pm, today, FRIDAY:

Your order is complete and ready for p/u and invoicing at our YORK VILLAGE WAREHOUSE.  Hours are 9 AM to 4:30 PM, weekdays. 

Bastards. I could just cry. I could’ve had the whole weekend! THE WHOLE WEEKEND! And instead, I have to sit on my itchy little hands and work — WORK! Can you imagine! — before I go pick it up.  On the other hand, Dave is working a late night on Monday, so I get to time to revel in my new iGoodness alone for a bit, without feeling guilt about not making a good dinner or being able to hold a non-‘this is soooo cooool!’ conversation.

Also, I think my recurrent stuffy nose has nothing to do with fertility, but everything to do with the combination of moving my ibook station to the dining room table, next to an open window, that looks over the back yard. And I really wish I kept track of my stuffy nose and lawn-mowing, because I think that that’s the missing link. Dave mowed last night, and today, I could just die of sinus pressure. Allergy and sinus pills have not helped. Egads.