Wow, what a day. I was on my feet for a good six hours, judging student posters. Lots of good stuff. (At one point I thought, "I should be wearing a t-shirt that says, "come to the college I teach at!"").

I dragged along a simply pair of stockinette socks I'm working on but had no time to work on them - and the few moments I would have had time, I was sitting on bleachers and envisioned losing a needle, or worse, the entire ball of yarn, through the slats of the bleachers.

My feet hurt. Even though I wore my birkies, six hours on a concrete floor takes its toll.

And TChem: your comment made me think of something else: maybe it's not ladystuff, maybe it's allergies. I get very forgetful when my allergies are bad. And it's been warm and humid these past few days. (there were approximately five steep flights of outdoor steps to be climbed between the judging site and our free lunch - and I was really puffing when I got to the top of them. It embarrasses me because it makes me look a total piker, instead of who I really am, a woman who can do five miles a day on a cross-country ski simulator. But it's the danged humidity! I was much better later in the day when things dried out.)

I am so not ready for it to be summer. It was like 90 degrees in Dallas today. The air conditioning is running here in my house at the moment.

Oh, and as for tomorrow and What Day It Is:

"You couldn't fool your mother on the foolingest day of your life even if you had an electrified fooling machine." — Homer Simpson

I'm no fan of the pranks - being the deep-concentration type I'm often easy to fool when I'm working, and I'm terrible at coming up with pranks because I'm supersensitive about hurting people's feelings - so I'm glad it's on a Saturday this year, so I won't have any urgent messages from a Mr. C. Lyons or somesuch.