Fuck him, it's my day.
And it is my day ... all day at the races. Sad that the boy can't go, but I understand the obligations and agreed to it. I'll be riding the bike to Pomona, which was my Big Goal for learning how to ride, and now that it's just a matter of commuting, it seems like No Big Deal. Except I will get to park way closer.
What else ... I'm hacking my lungs out, still broke, still have too many cats. Cleaned the house tonight, barely seemed to make a dent, really. Was going to super-clean, but Heather isn't coming up tomorrow (stupid strep throat) so why bother?