I was gonna complain...

... but I'm making an effort to be positive today. It mostly revolved around the general cluelessness of my dad. No big whoop.

I applied for a whole slew of jobs (okay, it was three, but these didn't require huge stretching/spinning of my qualifications, and they were in desirable locations). I'm about to call the recruiter in California about the process development job in Missouri. I'm guessing it's gonna be Monsanto or Purina (a division of Nestle!), both of which mean St. Louis which means if nothing else in a location that I actually want turns up I'll consider it ('cause if it's not STL or KC, there's no way I'd do it).

The weather's still nice. I came across some delightful pictures that I've been totally drooling over and I might share them when I get my own computer back. Survivor's on tonight!

My stress seems to have gone away for the moment. It'll ratchet back up when I go babysit tomorrow.

Okay, one complaint. Peter Jennings was talking to a retired Army Captain the other day (her full name escapes me now), and as he's introducing her, he asks her what he should call her. "Rosemary or captain or...?" She replied, very curtly, "I'm a retired captain. You can call me Captain." If she were a he, Peter totally would not have said that. He's been boring me lately anyway, so that was the official last straw in my ABC News watching.