Day 17

I love Sundays like today. I slept until about 9, went to the gym, watched Adam's Rib, knitted a lot, saw Sherlock Holmes at the Chase Park theater. Emma is sick, apparently, with the flu but she still managed to chat with me a bit on the phone and online. She's still not great at coming up with words-it's more random groups of letters punctuated with smileys and iloveyou or anitaemma and the like. Tomorrow, I'll finally be getting this headlight fixed. Meineke wanted $300 to do it and, hopefully, my cousin Kent will do it for much less than that. Finished Nanny Returns-blech. I wish more books by authors like Elizabeth Berg got published these days and less crap thrown together clearly so that a screenplay doesn't require much adaptation to produce. I really need some new, good book recommendations.