Tomorrow! Sarah arrives tomorrow!

Ken made me a wonderful shelf just below my desk for the cable modem and router and other thingie. He continues to rock.

I had a hair appt today and am again blazingly red. I told both my hairdresser and her assistant how I repeatedly get compliments on the colour (someone approached me in the Hard Rock Café bathroom and told me she’d been trying to get that colour for years). Afterwards, Ken and I went to have lunch at a Mediterranean café around the corner. We’d barely gotten settled at a table on the front porch when a woman walked by, stopped, and told me how much she loved my hair! So after we ate, I stuck my head back in the salon and told them what had happened.

I picked up the GP and it’s almost ready to go—I didn’t realise I was almost out of stamps. So I need to do that tomorrow morning, and drop off a video I want converted to DVD.

I’m almost completely through e-mail again, which is nice.

Okay. Why are we still up? It’s late and I’m tired and I have to get up tomorrow and Get Things Done before I go to the airport. We are silly, silly people.

Less than 12 hours ‘til Sarah’s here!