The lovely daughter ordered the first season of Grey's Anatomy from Netflix and it has arrived and I have a terrible sore throat and earache so we are about to curl up for a Grey's marathon. No DaVinci Code tonight due to (a) aforesaid sore throat and earache (b) pouring rain and (c) basketball tournament. I did buy a copy of the novel today (probably the fourth one purchased for this household, since we are always losing and buying the same books) so I can refresh my memory while Other People are consumed by basketball.
Other matters worth noting:
Today I received a most generous compliment from my boss on my handling of the AP testing marathon over the past three weeks. I guess it's good to know that no matter how miserable a task makes you, you can still pull it off with panache.
The same lovely daughter spent Wednesday at the state capitol as a participant in a lobbying event for gay and lesbian rights. Our state apparently holds the enviable position of 50th (yes, out of 50) in its extension of basic civil rights to gay and lesbian citizens. We watched with horror in November of 2004 as the state turned a deep shade of red and handed our President his victory, and then realized over the next few weeks with even more horror that said victory had been engineered in large part by the mean-spirited stealth lobby that had placed anti-gay marriage amendments on the ballots of several states for the primary purpose of drawing out voters whose compassion for their fellow citizens apparently knows no bounds and who would be likely to vote for George II as long as they were out there ensuring that heterosexuals would retain their lock on the marriage contract. So the lovely daughter went out to do her part to rectify the situation. Have I mentioned before how proud I am of that girl? (Or that I feel too lousy to revise for the purpose of inserting the occasional period?)
We are also home to the Restoration Project and the Patriot Pastors, more efforts designed to plant us smack in the middle of some kind of new theocracy in which anyone who voices the slightest hint of disagreeement will be quickly consigned to hell. Thankfully some of the progressive pastors of our state have finally launched an organization to counteract those who have been lining up churches to vote for the Republicans and God.
I really could use the all-out flights of fancy of The DaVinci Code to blot from my mind the irrationality of the actual present. I will have to console myself with Meredith and McDreamy instead.