I walked over four miles today. Two of those miles were a planned walk through the countryside, the other two were around Canby as I performed errands.

I walked to the video store to get Schindler's List, but they didn't have it on DVD. I was curt with the woman who helped me, expressing my disbelief that they didn't have such a great film. When I came home to put it in my Netflix queue, I saw that it isn't out on DVD yet; it'll be released in March. I feel bad for having been rude. (It's just that I hate those chain video stores, and I'm predisposed to rudeness when I go into them.)

I walked to Thriftway to get food for dinner (and to check whether anyone had turned my checkbook into the lost and found — it's the last place I remember using it). The little bakery was fixing its donuts for tomorrow morning, and the aroma was killing me. I love donuts. Donuts are so yummy, yet completely verboten on this diet. (Well, not completely, but eating one is foolhardy considering its nutritional content.) The scent followed me all the way from the video store to the grocery store.

And then it followed me from the grocery store to the accountants.

Curse you, glazed pastries!

I forgot the donuts when I saw our tax return. Zowie! I guess I can rationalize my new g5 after all...

Last night, I dreamed that Nemo won the Cat Academy Award (or "Felix") for "pendletoning". What is pendletoning? I'm sure that it's not an actual verb, but, in my dream, to pendleton was to rouse a human from sleep. So, Nemo's Felix was for outstanding achievement in getting me out of bed. That little cat is annoying in the morning.

I was disappointed to have not been nominated for Best Supporting Human. At least none of our cats was nominated for Best Cat; they would have been insufferable.

While Kris was at knitting last night, I sat in front of the television and watched chick flicks from Netflix. And liked it. I watched Muriel's Wedding and Circle of Friends. At first I fought against it, telling myself to get off the couch, to go read a book. Then I just gave in and watched, and I enjoyed it. They're not great movies, but when you have a glass of wine and a plate of salmon, olives, and cheese, they're perfectly good entertainment on a rainy winter's evening.