I am playing with the windchimes program from Syntrillium, and so far it's very nice. It's distracting, though, because I ought to be redoing the sampler tape I got from Sayoko to get rid of the songs I don't like, not to mention working on various house-things such as sealing the grout in the spare bathroom and doing some laundry so I have clean shorts to wear in this absolutely insane (102 degrees Farenheit) heat, and getting books out of the (doubtless hot) garage and bringing them into the spare room so I can put them on the bookshelves Jim so wonderfully put together.

All right, I called my sister. That counts as doing something. She and her husband and their son are coming to visit me for four days in August. I'm ... excited and scared, I guess. I know that when I was a kid I spent a lot of time with my sister, but I don't remember much of life before 1988, and by 1988 my sister was 18 and going off to college. So while I know that we get along fine and I like her husband and their kid is cute, from my perspective she's not someone I really know. This makes the prospect of a visit pretty nerve-wracking. What if we have nothing to talk about? What if she thinks I'm hopelessly weird and that this is a bad thing? What if she hates my cats? Silly fears, I know, but they're there. The excitement comes in because I do like her, what I know of her, and I am pleased and touched that she wants to go to the effort of spending time with me when we don't really know each other. Having a sister is nice; I think having a sister that I'm friends with would be even better. This visit could be a good start on that. I cross my fingers.

I wish I felt more like writing, but I don't. Swordspoint (the weekend LaRP I just played in) was immensely fun, but also emotionally exhausting; I don't think I've recovered yet. And Sailor Moon is on in less than 30 minutes. I think I will go apply the first layer of grout sealant to the tiles above the bathtub, and then go watch Sailor Moon. And then maybe go to dinner at Thai City, but I waffle.

I did go to dinner at Thai City, after all. It was yummy; I just got home about fifteen minutes ago. It's still amazingly hot; I think this is the first time in my Bay Area life that I've experienced heat after dark. In Oklahoma, where I grew up, sunset never brought a relief to the heat; it was just dark and hot and humid instead of bright and hot and humid. Out here, though, I've gotten used to the temperature dropping through the floor as soon as it gets dark outside. Not tonight. Tonight is the sort of summer evening where you want to sit on the front porch and eat ice cream, or go swimming in a well-lighted pool. Amazing.

Jim wants to watch Tennimon, and who am I to deny him anime?