There's good news, and then there's bad news.

First, the good news: This is my 332nd post. That means that by the time the year ends in three days, I will have only missed 34 days. I don't think that's too bad.

But, there's bad news: This is my last post of 2008. I'm headed out of town in the morning, and I won't be back until the new year. I haven't decided whether or not to consciously continue posting here in 2009. I guess it'll be a surprise for all of us!

So, until we meet again: So long, and have a happy, healthy new year.

Right now, I should be packing for my trip. Unfortunately, I am laying around instead, trying to figure out which movie to watch.

That's right: I have not yet begun to pack.

In fact, I haven't done much of anything (aside from some laundry) all day.

If I pop in a movie and pick out some of my finest, warmest, able-to-withstand-snow clothes to pack, that's multitasking, right?

On this Boxing Day, I stayed away from any and all boxes. I was not among the throngs of people who needed to return unwanted Christmas gifts, so I slept late, putzed around the house and went out for an early afternoon movie.

I really haven't decided if "Seven Pounds" was a good film or not. I had really high expectations for it. I can't say it changed my life, but it didn't bore me, either. I suppose it was just alright.

I went to my parents' for dinner (Chinese leftovers) and a winter coat fashion show. I still don't know if I'll end up taking my new coat, or my dad's UM coat, which I think makes me look like a green marshmallow. Regardless of which one I choose, I do need to begin the packing process -- and soon. After all, my flight leaves in less than 60 hours.

Today was quite possibly the best Christmas ever!

I went down to meet my sister, and we exchanged gifts. I got her a PRODUCT(RED) shirt from the Gap that said TREASU(RED) on it, which she put on immediately. (It helped that, when I arrived, she was still wrapped in a towel from her shower.) For me, she ordered the "Yes We Did" poster by Shepard Fairey, commemorating the Nov. 4 election of Barack Obama as the 44th U.S. president. I loved it! I would've gotten it for myself, but I can't make political contributions, and the order form said this would be such a contribution and, once I was asked for my employer's name, I quit filling out the form. So, my sister got it for me.

After we were done with the gift exchange, it was off to Tropical Chinese, where we had a 1 p.m. reservation. The place was packed! Apparently, even the Chinese go here to eat! Since it was lunchtime, there was all kinds of dim sum being offered from steaming carts. However, I had to order off the menu: Emperor's Prawns in a Grand Marnier sauce, served with the best broccoli ever and a side of steamed rice. I'd been looking forward to it since my first trip, when I decided to order "something new" -- and fell in love with a new dish. My sister ordered from the dim sum carts, and I tried some shrimp dumplings and part of a sesame ball (filled with lotus seeds). It was all well and good, but nothing could compare to the Emperor's Prawns.

After we were full, we packed up the leftovers and dropped them back at her apartment before heading to the movies. We weren't sure what was playing at exactly what time, but we were flexible. We settled on "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button," which started 40 minutes later. It was a full house, and I enjoyed the film. It did seem to drag at times, but I thought it was a good movie. Of course, both my sister and I picked the precise moment that Brad Pitt reached his "ultimate hotness." (And, yes, the man can act, too.) By the time the movie was over, it was dark out. Even though it wasn't yet 7 p.m., I was tired. We went back to her apartment, where we lit the Chanukah candles and I retrieved my leftovers.

So, here I am, back and home, enjoying the last bits of Christmas lunch and deciding what to do next. After all, I am officially on vacation. I might as well make the most of it, right?

I always thought people had to be crazy to go to a mall on Christmas Eve.

Well, call me crazy then -- because I was at Sawgrass Mills this afternoon.

I wasn't there to buy last-minute Christmas gifts, though. Instead, I was in search of the perfect coat because I will be heading to the Midwest in five days. It's cold there, and I, as a native Floridian, do not own a coat.

Well, that might be an overstatement. I do have a purple coat in the closet in the room I used to occupy at my parents' house. But, I haven't used it in years, and it's far too small now.

So, today, I picked up a replacement. I may not keep it, but at least I have something to fall back on. If I decide not to take it -- instead choosing to lug a giant UM jacket I bought for my dad at least a decade ago -- I can always return it.

I made it through my last deadline of 2008, and I am so ready for vacation!

It was a long day; I'm all headachy.

I just need to do a few things before my head hits the pillow so I can sleep well before I wake up and put in my last workday of the year tomorrow. Hopefully, it will be a short, easy one.

It's been a long day, and I don't have much time before I need to plop on the couch for one of the funniest sitcom episodes in recent history: It's "Slapsgiving" again on "How I Met Your Mother."

Suffice it to say, the reason I am home so late is that I made a pit stop at mom's for some leftover matzoh ball soup. (Rule No. 1: Never say no to matzoh ball soup.)

All my gifts are wrapped -- and I have a whole 90 minutes to spare! Go me!

I don't know if it's to punish me because I'm such a procrastinator, but I experienced a cookie avalanche not too long ago. Two dozen brownie bites fell to to floor as I tried to arrange the just-out-of-the-oven cookie sheet on top of an empty muffin tin. I was wearing one of those silicone gloves to prevent burns to my hands. Unfortunately, I couldn't prevent the burn to my arm as I reached into the oven. So, still stinging from that, I was unable to maneuver the cookie sheet before it lost balance and came crashing down.

I hope the trash likes the brownie bites as much as my co-workers do.

I have just an hour until I need to be at today's holiday gathering, and I've accomplished only half of what I'd planned for today.

All of the Chanukah presents I have for tomorrow's family get-together are still unwrapped.

But, I managed to get cookies baked. (I didn't want to arrive at the shindig empty-handed.)

The holiday merriment has officially been put into high gear!

My immediate supervisor invited out entire department to his home for our annual Chinese gift exchange -- with all the gifts coming from the fabled "eBay room" that we've all heard of, but never entered (probably because it's too full for anyone to walk into).

I ended up with an Art Deco vase that I love. I also acted as a proxy for a co-worker who was unable to stay for the exchange. I hope he likes his serving tray.

I still haven't wrapped and bagged my gifts. I got caught up with some long-distance calls last night. My friends will always take precedence when they're footing the bill.

In an attempt to no longer be known as the girl who cried "I am leaving now" (but who doesn't actually leave for 30 minutes), I left my desk at 4:30 this afternoon, and was in my house by 5:15. I would've been home sooner, but I spent a good 10 minutes gabbing with a co-worker before I actually got in my car.

Yes, I slept like a baby yesterday. Yes, I am hoping that I'll be able duplicate that tonight.

But, before all that can happen, I must wrap gifts. Or put gifts in bags. We'll see what's what, then get everything squared away for the giving portion of my holiday season, which commences (and ends) this weekend.

Today was the last Wednesday deadline of the year, and it was a doozy.

I spent no less than 12 hours in the office. By the time I got home, I had two minutes to pop a frozen meal into the microwave and check the mail.

I spent the next two hours watching my favorite Wednesday TV shows, then went to bed, where I slept soundly for the next eight hours.

Or so I hope. We'll find out tomorrow.

If the current trend continues, at this time tomorrow, I won't yet be in my car, heading home.

The good news is that I am counting down the days to my end-of-the-year vacation, and there are only six more left.

Piece of cake. I can totally do that.

Even if I'm at work until 9 p.m. by the time Friday rolls around.

Another day, another attempt to leave work early ends in failure.

Sure, I only stayed 30 minutes beyond my intended departure.

And true, I did make it home before the sun went completely down.

But, just once, I'd like to turn to leave and not be told, "Wait, I have something for you."

It's a good thing I only had to go to the post office once this holiday season.

At the only local post office that's open on a Sunday, there was a line waiting, even before it opened its doors at noon. I figured I'd let the initial crowd dissipate, and come back later.

At 2 p.m., the line was out the door and into the mall. Luckily, I had a sandwich with me, so I killed a few minutes eating egg salad on marble rye.

Thirty minutes later, I was done. The two packages were handed over, and I even had some new stamps. Now, I just sit and wait to hear that they've arrived. Sure, I sent them by Priority Mail, but I wasn't about to spring for Delivery Confirmation.

I set out at 9 a.m. this morning to finish my holiday shopping. And I am pleased to report that, a mere eight hours later, my mission had been accomplished.

Sure, it took me several trips to unload it all from the car, but at least I can say I am done. And I have eight days to spare (before Chanukah).

Now comes the really fun part: wrapping and bagging all the gifts!

Since it's been a long day and an even longer week, I'm just going to say it as quickly as possible: TGIF!

I had planned to leave work early today, but circumstances beyond my control kept me at my desk until nearly 7 p.m.

So much for crossing off the few remaining items on my holiday shopping list! I was hoping to avoid the weekend crowds, but it seems that's what's going to happen this weekend.

I also plan to continue my massive cleaning project. We'll see how that goes tomorrow.

Also, there's another Silver Alert out, this time for a 1996 beige Buick LeSabre. Here's hoping they find it soon, and that the driver is safe.

Tonight, I stayed at work later than I have almost any other day. (There was this one time I was there until 9 p.m., but we were putting out a paper that day, and it happens sometimes.)

Of course, it wasn't just me an a couple of co-workers this time.

Tonight was our "Meet the Publisher" open house event, and we invited the entire South Florida business community to come see our new offices, meet the staff, and eat, drink and try not to make fools of themselves. (I know at least one person who failed on that last count.)

Anyway, 220 people had RSVP'd for the event, but I'd say only about half actually showed up. Sure, the weather was a little wet, but I think that was a little rude. Sure, the event was free to attend, but money was spent on food and drink.

From where I sat at the check-in table, I'd say it was a success. People got to meet the publisher, and there were many positive comments about our new space. Mission accomplished.

When you have a runny nose that won't stop, the day seems twice as long.

I have no idea how it started, but I'm willing to bet it had to do with the germs infesting my office. I can't keep my workspace clean enough, and there's always a handful of co-workers who sound as if they're going to hack up a lung at any moment.

This week, it seems as if more than a few people are sick, with scratchy throats and especially bad coughs making the rounds. As for me, it's just the runny nose, but I can't seem to shake it. I've taken several doses of the medicine that usually dries me up in a snap, but it hasn't worked for me this time.

So, what's a girl to do?

I guess I'll just have to take two more pills before bed and hope for sweet dreams. And then, after I wake up refreshed, I'll be ready for a long day in that germ-infested office.

I have used more tissues today that the last several months combined.

I am not sure what's in the air that is causing my nose to run like the wind, but as long as this medicine kicks in soon, it won't really matter.

Here's hoping it knocks me out and I don't come to until the morning.

I had worked a 9.5-hour day, so by the time 5 p.m. rolled around, I felt like I'd been run over by a bus.

I was making the rounds, making sure it was OK to head home (because, well, you never really know) and was lamenting the fact that it was only Monday, and yet I felt completely beat.

And then, I looked out the window.

The squirrels were humping.

You see, our second-story office looks out into trees and, well, we see the occasional bird or other small animal.

Today, it was squirrels. And they were humping. It was enough to turn my frown upside-down.

I did not continue with the cleaning today, but I did take part in a very important mission: choosing my parents' new mattress.

Actually, I had nothing to do with their decision-making, but I did drive them to three stores (and then dinner afterward).

Anyway, the important thing to know here is that my parents have probably been using their current mattress for as long as they've been married. That's nearly 40 years.

What I'm getting at here is that there was this whole undercurrent of "this is the last mattress we're going to sleep on" going on.

It was a little morbid, but I guess that's how they deal with getting older.

The bottom line is they actually picked a mattress. I'll be the first to admit that I didn't think they would, after just one day on the hunt. But, for that, I will forever be proud. Sleep well!

I've spent most of my day doing major cleaning up. It wouldn't bee such a big deal, except for the fact that I've been severely lacking in the cleaning department for many years now, and it finally caught up with me.

But, the good news is that I filled up three garbage bags and got rid of a bunch of boxes! And it felt great!

I don't know if I'm going to continue today, but I will definitely do more tomorrow, while my laundry is spinning and my cookies are baking.

Today is a milestone in my life: Exactly 21 years ago, I attended my very first concert. I saw Whitney Houston (on tour for "Whitney," ages before she met Bobby Brown and discovered that crack was whack) at the Hollywood Sportatorium (which is no longer there).

It was quite a momentous occasion. I went with three cousins and my uncle. I remember were had horrible seats, but we sang out hearts out all the way home in the car. After all, we were 13. And that's what 13-year-olds do, right?

Which brings me to another almost-milestone: In exactly six months, I will be 35.

I understand that half-birthdays don't really count for anything, but it's usually at the midpoint between my previous birthday and my next birthday that my mom starts saying she has a daughter who's "almost (fill in upcoming age here)."

This annoys me like you wouldn't believe.

Here I am, finally feeling like a pro at being 34, and I'm already being kicked up to 35? I don't think so.

So, I guess this is the official beginning of the countdown to 35. I usually don't start the countdown until after my sister's birthday has passed at the end of March, but I'm willing to make an exception this year.

After all, it's gonna be a big milestone for me. I might as well enjoy it for as long as I can. The next one will be 40, and no one celebrates that anymore, right?

I am finally in the holiday spirit, but I didn't really have a choice. My office held its holiday party this evening, so I had to be happy and friendly and ready to nosh.

Let me tell you: It was tough, but I did it.

You see, today would have been the 90th birthday of my maternal grandmother. She's been gone nearly 24 years, but I always think of her on this day. I wasn't quite 11 when she died, but I have very vivid memories: the movies (and the pre-movie trip to the drugstore for candy), the shopping (and the pre-shopping lunch), writing complaint letters to corporations (Nabisco and Swatch) and the composing of school reports (trip to Washington, D.C.).

And so, on this evening of eating, drinking and being merry, I raised a toast to grandma. I will always remember you.

After a long deadline day, I need to know that I have something I can come home and relax with. That's usually in the form of plopping myself down in front of the televsion and losing myself in a great story for an hour or two.

Five years ago, I was glued to the NBC combo of "Ed" and "The West Wing," two vast different shows that I loved the same. "Ed" was canceled after four seasons, while "The West Wing" was on for seven (the last on Sunday night, so that doesn't count it for these purposes).

Today, I am drawn to ABC's "Pushing Daisies" and "Private Practice." Both shows premiered last season as part of the network's all-new Wednesday. Unfortunately, the writers strike cut their seasons short, and both were off the air until about two months ago.

When they returned to ABC, so did I. Unfortunately, I was one of the few who did.

The ratings for both shows are significantly down and, although ABC won't come out and say it, "Pushing Daisies" has been canceled. Actually, it's filmed the 13 episodes the network ordered, but I don't know if they will all make it to air. And, even if they do, the final episode is a cliffhanger, which series creator Bryan Fuller says he will have to resolve in a comic book.

Well, at least I have five weeks until ABC rolls out its midseason schedule in early January. Sure, that means the return of "Scrubs" on two-episode Tuesdays. But what will be left for me on Wednesdays? You see: Although "Private Practice" was picked up for the full season, it will be moved to Thursdays at 10 p.m., which is way past my bedtime. (Believe me: If I could stay up that late, I would be watching the final episodes of "ER," a show I haven't watched in nearly eight years.)

So my dilemma becomes: What will I do on Wednesdays come January?

I guess I can always pull out my "Sports Night" or "Sex and the City" DVDs and spend some time with the CSC gang or the NYC girls. We'll just wait and see what kind of mood I'm in.

I never realized how informative AOL.com is until a few minutes ago.

Not only is there a quick link to my e-mail inbox, but I can log in to my AOL Instant Messenger, Facebook or MySpace accounts, too.

There's weather stats (it's 60 degrees here), along with national headlines in a variety of categories, plus constantly updated local headlines.

Of course, my favorite part had to be the list of cheapest gas prices in Broward County. Apparently, in Pompano Beach, there's a Hess that's selling regular for $1.80 a gallon.

If I wasn't the kind of person who spent all day hopping from one Web site to another, this would really be a time saver!

I would like to make an addendum to yesterday's post, in which I discussed how I loved rainy days. I still love them, but only on weekends or weekdays that I don't have to drive to work.

You see, I had to drive through pouring rain this morning on the way to work. (Not fun.) Of course, it wasn't all bad, as the dark clouds covered the sun as I headed east on the highway.

In fact, it took me about the same amount of time to get to work in the early morning rain as it did in the rush hour sunshine. (That's relative, of course, as the sun was going down fast.)

I guess I'll take rain over rush hour. Although that might change. We'll see.

Eddie Rabbitt once sang about how he loved a rainy night, but what I love are rainy days.

Sure, it's a little inconvenient when you're out and about in the middle of a half-dozen errands that must get done today. But, once you're back in the comfort of a warm home, it's nice.

Today, I was finished with the errands by 1 p.m., and I've spent the afternoon finishing up the laundry, cleaning up the mess -- a little bit at a time -- writing out some holiday cards and wrapping presents. By the time 8 p.m. rolls around, I will have accomplished so much -- and will have completely earned two hours in front of the television, watching Animation Domination, even though I'm not all that into it. (At that point, I am too tired to read, but not ready for bed.)

I'm a little sad that my five-day weekend is coming to a close. But, I'm also refreshed and ready for a five-day workweek. And it just doesn't get any better than that.

It's been a great week for me, in terms of free theater tickets. I just scored a seat for a matinee of "Avenue Q" in January.

Sure, it'll be my Chanukah present from my parents, but I was going to buy a ticket anyway, so I might as well save myself the $64 while making the gift-getting process a snap for mom. Plus, the whole family will be going together, so that will be nice.

"The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Abridged)" last night was a hoot. The merry band of players (Austin, Matt and Reed) worked nonstop for 97 minutes -- well, minus a 15-minute intermission -- to zip through all 37 plays, plus the 154 sonnets. And they were gracious enough to chat and sign Playbills when it was all over. Bravo, Reduced Shakespeare Co.!

I am pleased to report that it has been so-called Black Friday for 17 hours now, and I have not yet spent a cent. Since I am heading out soon for the evening, I think that'll hold me for the next seven hours, too. Unless paying for theater parking counts. But, it doesn't, right? Right. I just decided that. Especially when the tickets are free and parking is a necessity.

Happy Thanksgiving!

While most people are reveling in the three F's of this fabulous holiday -- family, food and football -- I turned my attention, as I do every year, to my favorite: the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, broadcast live from Manhattan from 9 a.m. to noon. (After that, it's time to rest up for dinner.)

This was the 82nd parade, which starts at 77th Street and Central Park West, makes its way down Broadway and finishes up at Herald Square, right in front of Macy's on 34th Street. My favorite parts are usually during the first hour, when there are musical numbers performed in front of Macy's before the parade finally reaches that spot. This year saw performances from "In the Heights," "The Little Mermaid, "South Pacific" and "White Christmas." Of course, the synchronized Radio City Rockettes kicked thing off for the parade portion of the telecast.

I didn't actually watch the whole thing, but I did see the M&Ms float, with Idina Menzel aboard. There were M&Ms dressed to represent the musicals "A Chorus Line," "Phantom of the Opera," "Spamalot" and "Wicked." The green one was made up to look like Elphaba. I loved this nod to Menzel, who won a Tony Award in 2004 for originating the role.

After I finished with the parade, I did laundry, took a nap and tossed a bunch of cut-up fruit into a bowl to bring to dinner. The dinner was delicious, and I am so thankfully full that I didn't even get up for dessert. Of course, there's always leftover fruit.

Today, I spent most of my day at two malls on opposite ends of the shopping spectrum: high-end Aventura Mall and outlet mall Sawgrass Mills.

It appears that no one has received the memo that holiday shopping traditionally begins after Thanksgiving. But, I guess that's because retailers are suffering so much that they've begun the post-Thanksgiving sales in the pre-Thanksgiving weeks.

Better for me, I suppose.

Two other (totally unrelated) things of note: I spent some wonderful time with out-of-town friends (at the high-end mall) and this is my 300th blog post! Since I won't be getting to 400 this year, this will probably be my last big blog milestone.

It's been more than a decade since I last won anything from a radio station, but I can proudly say that today, the drought is over.

At about 5:45 this afternoon, "MJ" called me -- at home and work -- to inform me that I'd been randomly selected to receive two tickets to this Friday's performance of the Reduced Shakespeare Co.'s "The Complete Works of William Shakespeare (Abridged)."

It was one of those things that I signed up for online, thinking there was no way I'd win -- especially since I haven't actually listened to the radio in nearly three and a half years.

No matter -- I am quite pleasantly surprised!

It's a good thing I've begun my end-of-the-month "staycation" because I have to go pick up the tickets between 8:30 a.m. and 5:30 p.m. tomorrow. (I'd never have been able to do that if I was working because the radio station is in the exact opposite direction as my office.)

So, I guess I was meant to go. Maybe someone knew I wasn't about to pay $50 a ticket for a 97-minute show (even if it does include all 37 plays). How it happened doesn't matter. But, I'll be sure to thank my lucky stars, and I hope I laugh myself silly.

I'm halfway through my workweek, and I feel great! Tomorrow's going to be busy (and perhaps long, too) but I'm up for it!

Besides, I don't care if I have to stay at work until the wee hours tomorrow because I'm taking five days off, and I won't have to go back until Dec. 1. Woo-hoo!

I survived the bar mitzvah on a boat. It was rough seas, but I made it.

And boy, am I still tired!

I did nothing today but laundry and nap. And I ate, too. But that made me more tired.

I can't believe it's back to work tomorrow. I'm so not ready for it.

But, the good news is that after working for two days, I get five days off. Now that's definitely something to look forward to.

Today, I went to my first bar mitzvah in more than five years. It was a three-hour service that included both a torah portion and a haftorah portion -- which concluded with people throwing fistfuls of candy at the bar mitzvah boy. (Or is it man?)

Also of note: Both the rabbi and cantor were quite young, and there was a "barbershop quintet" of men who chimed in to sing along at times. They were all fabulous!

Tonight, I shall set sail on a nautically themed reception, complete with candle lighting and massive amounts of food. You know, this coming-of-age stuff isn't really all that bad.

How can this feel like it's been the longest week ever, when at the same time it feels as if this entire year has just flown by?

It's one of life's many mysteries, I suppose.

I know Thanksgiving's a week away, but my workplace will celebrate Turkey Day tomorrow.

The company is going to provide a turkey, ham, stuffing and gravy. The rest of us signed up for side dishes, drinks and desserts. I decided to be responsible for bringing the flatware.

That's right: I don't cook, but I'm great at picking up a variety pack of clear plastic utensils.

I think my computer monitor might be dying. I turned it on five minutes ago, and the picture on the screen looked like some sort of four-color printed material where the four colors don't quite line up with one another.

My monitor and I go way back to the early 1990s. I bought this Compaq Presario 1510 at Computer City. I don't think those are around anymore.

And, frankly, neither are many monitors like mine.

Even my parents long ago traded in their bulky monitors for newer, flat-screen models.

Maybe it's finally time for me to do the same.

Update: As soon as I hit "publish post," my monitor snapped back to life. I guess it's not yet ready to let go. Frankly, neither am I.

Thank goodness it's Tuesday!

I've always loved Tuesdays -- mainly because they are not Mondays. (I don't like Mondays.)

All was going well, until someone asked me if a particular show was on TV tonight. That prompted me to say, "it's not Thursday, it's only Tuesday." Well, you'd have thought that this was the worst thing I could have possibly said to this person. Sure, I love my Thursday TV as much as the next person, but I wouldn't want to skip over my Wednesday TV just to get there faster. Of course, there's absolutely nothing on TV for me on Tuesdays, so I usually amuse myself by reading or surfing the Internet.

The good news is that Thursday will be here before I know it.

All I have to do is get through Wednesday first.

This morning, I woke up to a first: I had an actual comment from someone reading this blog who wasn't my sister!

I noted yesterday that I saw Part 1 of "Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog," but I didn't laugh once. Gina was referred to my post through a Google alert -- I'm guessing for the search term "Joss Whedon," which means she'll get this one, too -- and left an excellent comment.

First, a few things:

• I was not a "Buffy" watcher, but I did see the musical episode. (My sister made me watch it with her.) But, since I really didn't know what was going on in terms of the storyline, it didn't have much of an impact. I'm sure that I'd have been able to appreciate it more if I'd been there from the beginning of the series (or at least the beginning of the season). I really wasn't paying attention to clever lyrics; I was just trying to figure out who was who.
• I love everything Neil Patrick Harris does, from "Doogie Howser, M.D." to "How I Met Your Mother" and all the musicals in between. (Oh yeah -- I love musicals, too.)
• I haven't seen anything Nathan Fillion has done, but I hear from my sister that he was excellent in "Firefly" and "Serenity," also from the great mind of Whedon. I can say with some authority that Fillion is quite nice to look at.
• I agree that "Dr. Horrible's" dialogue was clever. If I'd had more energy after such a long day, I probably would have laughed. But, at the point I watched it last night -- on the screen of a laptop, no less -- I was just trying to pay attention to the details.

I really do want to see how this whole thing pans out. Hopefully, I will enjoy it as much as Gina did, and I will be able to give more detailed thoughts on this clever little project, which was done during last year's writers strike.

My second day at the book fair went off without a hitch. And my sister -- despite the fact that she was extremely tired and a little sick -- came, too.

We went to see our cousin give a reading of her book to a packed tent of kids, then attended a session with Roy Blount Jr. and Carl Hiaasen. After that, it was up and down the street fair, in and out of booths. My sister spent a pretty penny (and blamed me, of course) but had to admit that she had a great time.

We topped off the day with dinner at Moon Thai and a screening of Part 1 of "Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog." I didn't laugh once, but maybe that's because my expectations were so high. (According to my sister, the combination of Joss Whedon + Neil Patrick Harris + Nathan Fillion + songs = comedy gold.) I probably will need to see the other two parts to make a final decision.

And, my parents arrived home from their cruise -- early, no less -- and I just got off the phone with my mom, who's one of those people who says goodbye and keeps talking. (In fact, before I could even publish this post, she called me again.)

Anyway, that's about it for today. I've got to catch up on some laundry before I go to bed and get psyched up for another workweek.

Today's trip to the book fair went even better than I'd expected!

After getting off to a bit of late start and finally finding a parking spot on the ninth level of an 11-story garage, we arrived at the fair in time for the one (and only) session I had confirmed myself for -- only to find out I didn't need to bring the confirmation after all. While listening to Art Spiegelman speak, one of my co-workers -- whose wife is basically in charge of the whole event -- came over with a media pass. "This will get you into anything, regardless of whether or not it's full," he told me.

It was music to my ears. I was so ecstatic that I completely forgot to have Spiegelman sign either of the books -- Maus and Open Me ... I'm a Dog -- I'd brought with me.

I am not the type to take advantage of my status as a member of the press. You see: I don't really write. And, if I did, I wouldn't be covering the book fair. But, I put the pass around my neck, nonetheless, and smiled, knowing there would be more events for me, after all.

I stayed in the room for the next session, Dave Barry and Frank McCourt. I couldn't imagine what the author of "Boogers Are My Beat" would have in common with the author of "Angela's Ashes," but it turned out that they were more similar than not. Both were very articulate and funny, and I might have to pick up any (or all) of McCourt's books, just to see if his wonderful Irish voice comes shining through.

After that session, I went over to Children's Alley, where my cousin had presented her book, and was now signing autographs. There were a few takers, but most people were looking for Jeff Kinney, who wrote "Diary of a Wimpy Kid." From the amount of kids who stopped at our table, I'd say he has a really big following. Unfortunately, he was nowhere near where we were, so I don't know if any of them actually got to see him.

Then, I headed back for another session -- stopping along the way to spend $7 on a hot dog and frozen lemonade and $20 on books -- where I got to see Francine Prose, Carl Hiaasen and others read the works of other artists who were under surveillance. This was not what I'd imagined, but it was somewhat interesting. When Esmeralda Santiago began reciting poetry in Spanish, many people got up and left. I took this as my cue to head to the restroom before we headed back to the garage and went home.

All in all -- a great success! Stay tuned for my Sunday adventures in tomorrow's post.

It's hard to believe that it's 8 p.m. and I still have a couple of errands to run before I can relax with a good book and ease into the weekend.

It's even harder to believe I'm not completely exhausted after the full day at work, followed by several other errands on the way home.

Next up: the 25th annual Miami Book Fair International. While I think it's totally fabulous that my cousin will be doing a reading of her picture book in Children's Alley, what I'm really looking forward to is the Art Spiegelman event. My dilemma: Which book of his do I bring in the hopes that he'll sign it? Tune in tomorrow for the answer to that and other interesting tidbits.

It's not even the midpoint of November, and I'm already concerned about not having enough time to get my holiday shopping done.

It's not as if I have all that many gifts to buy. In fact, I can take care of one by making a phone call. And, if it wasn't for my self-imposed ban on buying things via the Internet, I could probably have it all done within the hour.

But, no. I had to go and make things difficult. I'm the kind of person who likes to comparison-shop. I have to go to every possible place to survey the stock and decide where to get the best items for the best prices. Usually, I end up at Target. (And, as I've already discovered, Target is stocked and ready for me.)

I was hoping to get the shopping done last weekend, but I didn't really know what I needed at that point. This weekend is the Miami Book Fair, and I'll be there both days. Next weekend, I have plans all Saturday, which leaves me Sunday for laundry and errands. I could make some time then.

Or, I could go the day before Thanksgiving.

You see, I like to get all my shopping squared away before the traditional holiday shopping season even begins. That way, I can sleep in and relax on Black Friday while half my neighbors line up at midnight to get into the Sawgrass Mills outlet mall. Of course, there is a chance that I won't be able to sleep, and somewhere around 4 a.m., I'll give up trying and go shopping instead. That's how I ended up with a four-piece Pierre Cardin luggage set last year. (Hey, it was a really good deal! I had to buy it! It was purple and gold!)

Regardless, I'm glad I had the chance to think this through. I'll have no worries about my holiday shopping because I know that two weeks from now, it'll all be done.

A 13-hour day + the end of Daylight Savings Time = a very tired me.

It wasn't enough that everything that could possibly go wrong today went wrong. No, it had to be pitch-black when I headed back home, too.

At least there wasn't any traffic because everyone else was already home.

Mondays are one of the few nights that I watch prime time television. My favorite show that night is "How I Met Your Mother," and I usually stick around for "Two and a Half Men." (I very strongly believe that half-hour sitcoms were meant to be watched in pairs, which is why it is so odd for me on Thursdays, but that's another story for another blog entry.)

One of the things I like best about "HIMYM" is that when a character mentions a ridiculously named Web site, it actually exists. If you go there, you will see that it is exactly as the character on the show described it. And it's (as Barney might say) awesome!

There was the episode that gave us http://www.tedmosbyisajerk.com/. According to the site's visitor counter, more than 510,000 people have visited since Oct. 9, 2006. It's even got blog entries!

In another episode, "Everything Must Go," there was
http://www.guyforceshiswifetodressinagarbagebagforthenextthreeyears.com/ and http://www.lilyandmarshallselltheirstuff.com/. The former has a slide show of a guy with a girl wearing a garbage bag, while the latter is a link to a charity auction of items from the show.

Last night's episode gave us http://www.notafathersday.com/. You see, as Lily and Marshall decide whether or not they're ready to have a child, Barney gets a call from a one-night stand, telling him he's going to be a father. That turns out to be a false alarm, but at that moment, Barney declares the day Not A Father's Day, in honor of all the men who have chosen to remain childless. There's even a mission statement and an oath. The site is, naturally, sponsored by Goliath National Bank. There are even mugs and T-shirts available for purchase. (The link takes you to a page where you can buy them, plus "HIMYM" gear, including "The Bro Code," a book referenced last season in the episode of the same name.)

I love how the creators and writers of "HIMYM" reward their faithful watchers with fun stuff like that.

What I don't love is CBS' deal with Bertolli and Lara Spencer, who hosts "The Insider." During the commercial breaks, we see Lara preparing or eating some Bertolli meal and talking about the episode, and how well it goes with her meal. This is followed by an actual commercial for the food. I hate that. It doesn't make me want to buy Bertolli (even if it is easy to prepare) or watch "The Insider." CBS, I'm ashamed of you. If you want to integrate products into your show, look at how "30 Rock" or "The Office" accomplishes that. (But don't look at "My Name Is Earl." The part of a recent episode where Jane Seymour entices Joy with a necklace from Kay Jewelers through a vanity mirror was horrible. I actually felt kind of sorry for Jane.)

So, there you have it: the good and the bad of Monday night television. Next up (TV-wise) for me is NBC's "Comedy Night Done Right" on Thursday. Three out of four sitcoms ain't bad.

I'm getting an apprentice!

I've been in my current position for almost six years, but when I'm out of the office, my department scrambles to make up for my absence.

Well, that's about to change.

We've identified someone who's willing and able to be trained in the intricacies of my job. In other words: She's a perfectionist, just like me.

The training will begin in a few weeks, and I couldn't be happier. My bosses have always said I have to have a backup, but there was never anyone who, in my opinion, would be up for the task. As of today, there is. And I couldn't be more thrilled.

Today I caught a movie on TV that I hadn't seen in several years 1997's "As Good As It Gets." The film garnered Academy Awards in 1998 for its leading actor and actress, Jack Nicholson and Helen Hunt.

I never did see the film in the theater, but I did catch it on TV. I distinctly remember thinking that it wasn't that great a movie. After watching it again -- albeit not uninterrupted and not from the beginning -- I have to say that it was much better than I had remembered.

Yes, the lead actors were good. I didn't like Hunt's Brooklyn accent, but I did like Nicholson's obsessive-compulsiveness. I still though Greg Kinnear's performance was the best, but I also took notice of Shirley Knight, who played Hunt's mother.

Of course, I loved the ending, and having Art Garfunkel sing "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" over the end credits was a special treat. One thing I must mention, though: During the road trip to Baltimore, they stopped at a gas station, where regular unleaded was $1.13 a gallon. Boy, how times have changed. It's been 12 years since the movie was filmed, and gas prices are up more than 100 percent. (Of course, if you go by the high of about $4 earlier this year, that's up 254 percent.)

I just watched the 1999 movie "My Favorite Martian," starring Christopher Lloyd and Jeff Daniels. I never saw 1963-66 the television series with Ray Walston, but I can only imagine that it was as silly as the movie. The movie also stars Daryl Hannah, Christine Ebersole, Wallace Shawn and Wayne Knight's voice (as a talking suit). There's also a really clever cameo with a nod to the TV series, and I couldn't help but compare some bits to Back to the Future, which, of course, starred Lloyd as Doc Brown. Sure, I was reading "Entertainment Weekly" during most of the movie. But, it was an enjoyable way to pass the time while my laundry was getting done.

It has always been my goal to get all of my holiday shopping finished before Thanksgiving. (Any deal I find after that will be for me.)

Apparently, I am not the only person who has this idea. One of my co-workers told me that Wal-Mart is getting a jump on Black Friday by starting its sale tomorrow. That's a full 20 days before Black Friday. I know the economy's bad and the retail sector is suffering. At this rate, stores will be giving away merchandise by the time Black Friday rolls around.

One of the malls near me is actually opening at midnight on Black Friday. I'm debated whether or not I need to go straight from Thanksgiving dinner to the mall, so I can claim a parking spot.

Nah. By then, all my holiday shopping will be done.

Long day.
Very tired.
Must sleep.
More tomorrow.

For the most part, today was a day of great joy in my workplace. All my co-workers that I deal with on a daily basis were for Obama, and we shared our stories of how we spent yesterday evening watching returns, talking about how ridiculous the networks' special effects were. We felt that someone should remind them that this is a federal election, not a "Star Wars" movie.

Unfortunately, our joy on the outcome of the big race was tempered by the outcomes of some smaller ones. Florida voters passed a constitutional amendment that defines marriage as between one man and one woman, and specifies that no other union is to be recognized in the state. This not only affects gay people, but straight individuals, too, including senior citizens who live together, but don't marry because of the potential loss of benefits (for example, those from a deceased spouse).

We also didn't pass an amendment that would give community colleges the opportunity to appeal to their local communities to vote for a special sales tax that would go directly to the colleges. In these tough times, local community colleges have had to cut programs, but enrollment keeps rising. That this didn't pass doesn't make sense to me at all. I guess people see the word "tax" and automatically freak out. There was nothing that said we'd be taxed. It just said that the community colleges would be able to ask us to vote on if we would agree to a tax at some point in the future. Should the tax pass, it would be for five years, with reauthorization necessary for continuation of the tax. Oh, well. I guess all those community college students are going to have to start teaching themselves.

Aside from the election, it was just a really long Wednesday. Since the time change, I haven't been able to deal with the fact that I leave work in total darkness. Sure, it's easier to get up in the morning. But, I don't like the evenings anymore. It makes me tired. Goodnight.

Election Day fever is sweeping the nation -- and some other nations, too.

The polls closed here 10 minutes ago, although I'm sure there are still people on line to vote. No matter -- the news programs will start analyzing and whatnot, coloring each state red or blue as they see fit. Well, I'm not going to watch any of it. It's "Jeopardy!" for me, and then I'm snuggling up with my book for the night. Hopefully, I will wake up tomorrow to the news that "my guy" is now the president-elect.

It's time for a change, don't you think?

8 p.m. update: "Jeopardy!" was pre-empted for extended election coverage. I'm totally bummed, but also completely sucked in. I hope they call this thing early, because I don't want to be up all night, glued to my TV, listening to everyone say it's "too close to call."

11 p.m. update: All the news anchors are announcing that Barack Obama has been elected the 44th president of the United States. And I'm happy that my guy won because I am getting a little tired.

12:30 a.m. update: I'm finally closing up shop for the night because I've seen McCain's concession speech (so classy) and Obama's victory speech (so moving). There were tears in my eyes, and I'm not even ashamed to admit it. (Hey, if Oprah can cry, then so can I.)

Another day, another Silver Alert. This one was for a white van with an Alabama tag. It frightens me to think that some elderly driver could be lost so far from home.

Daylight Savings Time ended yesterday, and I'm sure it's going to take me all week to get used to it. I find it's unusually bright when I head to work in the morning and extremely dark when I head home at night. Of course, it didn't help that I was away from home for exactly 12 hours.

I was out of town for five days, four of which had mail service. I received three campaign fliers: two for a candidate I had voted for, and one urging me to vote for the opposing party. With Election Day tomorrow, I'd say that's it for this season. (Although you never do know. There could be some latecomers at the end of the week. But, I hope not.)

Atlanta was great: The weather was cool, the play was enjoyable and spending time with friends was fun. (But, no, I won't be going back up there for Thanksgiving.)

One piece of campaign mail, urging me to save the economy by voting for the opposing party was the only offensive piece in today's mail. Well, only slightly less offensive was the news that my homeowners association fee would go up yet again next year. I did get a coupon worth $10 off a $30 purchase, so I came out ahead on this particular trip to the mailbox.

And that will have to tide me over for nearly a week, as I leave in the morning for Atlanta, where temperatures will be anywhere from the low 30s to the high 60s. Frankly, I'm thrilled to be able to break out the turtlenecks, gloves and scarf that only get taken out and worn once a year. (I don't like them to feel so neglected.)

As per my usual night-before-a-trip ritual, I have yet to begin packing, and my flight leaves in 15 hours and 15 minutes. That gives me about 13 hours and 40 minutes to finish and, knowing me, I bet I can do it.

I'll be back Nov. 3 with all the details from my Wicked Weekend.

There was one piece of campaign mail from the correct political party, and one from the incorrect political party, so I'm going to call it a draw. Can I also call it a draw if I got a car insurance bill in one envelope and a coupon in another? No? Didn't really think so.

So, tonight, "How I Met Your Mother" is a repeat from last season. Fortunately, it's "Sandcastles in the Sand," one of my favorite episodes. So, I get to snuggle up on the couch, pop some gnocchi and get lost in Robin Sparkles' power ballad. Now that's entertainment.

I am pleased to report that there was no campaign literature in today's mail. Of course, there was no mail today, so if there had been any such literature, I would have been really confused.

I did, however, receive one call, asking me to volunteer for my party nominee's campaign. Of course, once I told to friendly voice on the other end of the call that I was a member of the media, she immediately understood and reminded me to vote on Nov. 4. I told her I'd already taken care of that last week, she thanked me and we hung up. End of weekend politics for me.

Of course, rumor has it that my mother ran into Matt Damon (I hope she didn't hurt him) at our local campaign headquarters -- and she has the pictures to prove it. More details to come.

I only got one piece of campaign mail today, but it was addressed to someone who hasn't lived at this address in at least 15 years. Plus, it was for a candidate whose party I don't belong to. So, it just angered me.

I did, however, receive a recorded message from the man from my party who's running for sheriff. Maybe it was the New York/New Jersey accent, but I thought he kind of sounded like a thug. I voted for him anyway.

No Silver Alerts, no campaign fliers in the mail. My Entertainment Weekly, however, did look as if it was left out in the rain (with the cake from "MacArthur Park," no doubt).

I intend to spend the next 48 hours relaxing, while accomplishing all that I need to do to prepare for my Wednesday morning departure. Should be easy as pie (or, possibly, a cupcake).

Another day, another Silver Alert.

I really hope this doesn't happen more than once a week. It could get even more depressing. Today, they are looking for a 2007 white Toyota Camry. (In my mind, the only thing more prevalent than a white Toyota Camry is a beige one, so good luck.)

Also, there were two pieces of campaign literature in my mailbox today. (Yes, I'm keeping track until the election's over.)

A very long day.
And I don't have much to say.
But I can haiku.

So, how did that sound to you?

In the two weeks since Gov. Charlie Crist signed Florida's Silver Alert program into law, I have seen two such alerts posted on overhead "smart signs" during my daily commute. At first, I didn't know what a Silver Alert was, but when I found out, it made sense to me.

A Silver Alert is designed to help missing people with cognitive disabilities or dementia. Since Florida has more people age 65 and older than any other state, I'd stay it's about time it joined Colorado, Illinois, Michigan, North Carolina and Texas as a state with such a program.

The first Silver Alert went out a week after the program began. Luckily, the 86-year-old Boynton Beach man was found alive -- when he crashed near the jail in Miami. When I read the story, I thought of my late grandfather, who kept driving far longer than he should have, frequently getting lost and driving for hours before finally returning home.

So far, all the alerts have been successful. I'm glad we're doing this, but it makes me sad to think it's such a necessity.

It took two-and-a-half hours, but I'm proud to say that I've cast my ballot in the 2008 presidential election. I voted for the man who (I hope) will be sworn in as the 44th president exactly three months from today.

I didn't mind the line. The folks around me were friendly -- and of the same political mindset, so there was no awkwardness when politics seeped into the conversation. When I left the polling place, I couldn't help but wonder how much longer those still in line would be there, or how late the poll workers had to stay after all the voters were done.

I just hope this election goes smoothly, and that Florida is not the cause of any major problem. We're using optical scanner ballots, which were four legal-size sheets (front and back). This was a little bit overwhelming, but once you realize that everything is written in three languages, it's a little easier to take. Luckily, I went over a sample ballot in advance, and all I had to do was bubble in my choices. Yes, I felt like I was back in school, but instead of using a No. 2 pencil, we had to bubble in with black, ball-point pens. For 16 people, six state constitutional amendments and 10 county ordinances, it took about 15 minutes.

But, when I was finally done, and I fed all four sheets into the machine -- oh, what a feeling!

A few thoughts on Gov. Sarah Palin's appearance last night on "Saturday Night Live":

• She and Tina Fey really do look alike.
• She can read cue cards well.
• Nice dig at "30 Rock."
• Nice dig at Alec Baldwin (who can't read cue cards well).
• I enjoyed her "raising the roof" during Weekend Update, but was she even listening to the words of the rap?
• I can't believe she stayed till the very end, or that she wore those boots with that suit.

Aside from her appearance, the show wasn't really buzzworthy. But, her appearance generated enough buzz that SNL posted its highest ratings since March 12, 1994, when Nancy Kerrigan hosted and Aretha Franklin was the musical guest.

Josh Brolin was good, and I enjoyed his crack that, while researching for his role in "W.," he discovered that neither he nor Dubya was actually qualified to be president. Of course, his excellent monologue was cut short by Oliver Stone, who pleaded with Brolin to mention the film's name, which he then did. The rest of the skits Brolin was forced to appear in did nothing for me. Poor Josh.

Mark Wahlberg's appearance showed he does have a sense of humor, after all. I was worried for a minute when I read about his rant on Jimmy Kimmel's show. But, no, he was able to make fun of himself. Loved the "say hello to your mother" bits with both the people and the animal.

In about 10 minutes, I'm going to take a nap. This may seem unusual, but there is a method to my madness.

You see, I'd like to be awake for this week's installment of "Saturday Night Live," but I usually fall asleep before 11:30. So, I figure if I get a couple of hours of shut-eye beginning at 9, I can wake up refreshed and alert by 11. You know, like a power nap.

Now, all I have to do is make sure to set the alarm properly -- this one's got a.m./p.m., so I've had a few evening alarms recently. It shouldn't be too hard, but you never know.

Josh Brolin -- who is playing the title character in Oliver Stone's "W." -- is hosting, and I've read that the real Dubya is going to put in an appearance. Also on tap: Sarah Palin. Should be an episode for the ages.

The recently created office social committee pulled off its first event this afternoon -- a so-called random act of fun.

Well, the verdict is in: Not only was it fun, but it gave everyone in the office a nice sugar high with which to end the week.

What was so much fun? We made our own caramel-covered apples! I actually let mine set in the fridge before taking it home with me. I don't know if I'll ever actually eat it because: A) it looks so perfect; and B) I've always found it difficult to eat goo-and-nut-covered apples on sticks.

Another stellar day in my world. It began late and ended early, which is always nice. But, I think I need to take a class in remedial alarm clock setting. (Do they offer those?)

I got to catch up with an old friend who I hadn't seen in 16 years. That was fun! It's been a great couple of weeks for catching up. I wonder if I can continue the streak into next year.

For all the fabulousness that was yesterday, today was just the opposite.

Sure, everything that needed to get done got done, but I would've liked it if the process could've been a little more efficient.

I guess it's true what they say: Everything has a way of evening out.

Which means I'm in for a great day tomorrow!

It was a really great day: Not too long, not too short.

I accomplished what I needed to do without feeling bored or overwhelmed.

And, to top it all off, I was able to run some errands with time to spare before I have to set my alarm, go to bed and wake up eight hours later to start all over again.

Sometimes, when the planets are aligned, things just go my way.

I just found out that an early to-press date will allow me to take the long weekend I'd been hoping for. It must be meant to be.

I was so busted.

Even though the store clerk said it'd be OK to put in for two rebates, it really wasn't.

I thought I had it all figured out: I would fill out the rebate forms, using my home address and e-mail for one entry, and my work address and e-mail for the other.

Unfortunately, I slipped them in the mail at the same time. In identical envelopes. With identical stamps. And identical return address labels.

Whoever was entering the information into the computer database must have seen them both, and invalidated one of them right on the spot.

So much for beating the system. I guess this means I'm just not cut out to be a criminal.

It's been kind of a lazy, do-the-laundry day for me.

Well, that and "Absolutely Fabulous." I had to keep myself occupied while the linens were spinning, right?

The main doors to the building where I work automatically unlock every day at 7 a.m. They automatically lock again at 7 p.m.

Today, I was cutting it really close -- on both ends.

After waking at 5 a.m., I got ready as slowly as I could, but still arrived at my office building at 7:05. (It's actually good that I was so early; I found out later that there was a massive traffic tie-up that would've taken longer than my commute to get past.)

I worked hard all day -- I took a break for lunch -- before finally leaving the building at 6:35.

And so, I have just closed the book on another 12-hour day. May it be my last ... for at least a little while.

I'm not going to beat around the bush: I failed miserably in my attempt to stay away from the Internet in observance of Yom Kippur.

But, looking on the bright side: At least it kept me from eating. I even managed to go to a supermarket, then come home and whip up a batch of egg salad without so much as a taste.

At about 7 p.m., the family began to devour the platters of food that covered our table. We didn't come up for air for two hours.

When that was over, there were the traditional goodbyes and cleanup duties. Plus, I even stayed for the opening skit of the ridiculously named "Saturday Night Live Weekend Update Thursday," which will air live at 9:30 p.m. on for the next three Thursdays. They parodied the second presidential candidate debate. My favorite part was when "Tom Brokaw" called on audience member "William Murray" to ask a question. Viewers were treated to Bill Murray asking Barack Obama (Fred Armisen) and John McCain (Darrell Hammond) how they would ensure the Chicago Cubs would not lose again in the playoffs. Obama said it was not in the cards for the Cubs to ever win the pennant or the World Series, and their fans would just have to learn to root for other teams. McCain agreed with That One.

And that, my friends, is why I love SNL during election season.

Tonight begins Yom Kippur, the day of atonement for Jews. So, in keeping with tradition, I will skip work, sleep late and eat nothing between tonight's dinner and tomorrow's break-the-fast meal at sundown.

OK, maybe it's not in keeping with all the traditional traditions, by they're my traditions nonetheless.

And then there's the egg salad. I should get a T-shirt: Ask Me About My Egg Salad. (Yeah, that'd go over well.)

Also in keeping with the theme of the day, I will attempt to stay away from the Internet for a full 24 hours. I'm setting the bar low by saying I won't be able to do it, but tune in tomorrow to see how long I last.

Another seemed-quicker-than-it-really-was workday for me, so no complaints here.

Now, all I need to do is make sure tomorrow is a quicker-than-it-seems day because I have dinner plans.

Seems easy, right? Not really, but I've got my fingers and toes crossed.

Today got off to a rough start, but the good news is that it only improved from there. (Kind of the same way the rest of the week always improves from Monday on.)

I brought my ear buds to work so I could watch last week's episode of "How I Met Your Mother" - about the gang's search for the best burger in New York - before anyone else arrived. I almost did it, too. About a minute away from the end, I heard someone sneak up behind me bearing Frito-Lay treats. I shooed him away nicely and continued to the end.

Of course, for the rest of the day, all I could think about was hamburgers. Oh, well.

Sometimes, it's nice not to have any obligations.

I slept late, watched TV, read a book, took a nap, watched more TV and did some laundry.

It may seem like not much of a day to some, but it was just perfect to me.

It was a bit of a weird day today. Not that anything in particular happened. In fact, nothing really happened at all.

The highlight of my day was a conversation with my sister, during which we discussed, well, nothing of any substance. It was like our own little "Seinfeld" episode.

Of course, that's one of the most iconic shows of my lifetime -- if not all time -- so I guess I have nothing to complain about.

I have two working televisions! I have more channels than I will ever watch, but one of the three that I need to see doesn't work. Maybe it has to warm up to the new antenna. I had a brief issue with that particular channel, which was fixed when I rotated the antenna.

Unfortunately, I had to purchase a separate antenna (which came on a little stand) and this one doesn't seem to be able to rotate. What do I do? Excellent question.

Since I have one television that I know gets reception on all the channels, I'll stick with that one until I can figure out how to make the other one work. Hopefully, all will be in working order by the time the final 18 episodes of my favorite show begin to air later this season.

Right now, I should be parked in front of the TV, gearing up for the vice presidential candidate debate between Sen. Joe Biden of Delaware and Gov. Sarah Palin of Alaska.

Alas, I am not.

I figure I can read all about it in the morning.

Besides, I'd rather spend this final hour of my night writing this entry, checking e-mail and attempting to hook up a converter box and antenna to my large TV (which is only large because my other TV is so small).

That's right: I'm going to attempt to bridge the centuries with two pieces of technology invented decades apart. And I can't think of a better way to spend a Thursday evening. (Well, I could, but I don't want to go into detail about that here.)

After all the craziness of the last couple of weeks, it felt good to be able to get back to a normal Wednesday routine.

Sure, I was somewhat on my own in the workplace, but I got the job done and was rewarded with the season premieres of "Pushing Daisies" and "Private Practice."

From now on -- or, until the end of the TV season -- Wednesday is going to be my most favorite day of the week. I'll work hard, then I'll veg out in front of the Boob Tube. Ain't life grand?

I have eaten enough in the last two nights to last through next Thursday's fast. But will I last? Tune in next week to find out.

I don't have much time to go into detail, but, suffice it to say, Atlanta was totally awesome!

I will be off soon to celebrate 5769 with the family, so L'Shana Tovah to everyone (or, if you're a Broadway lover, L'Shoshana Bean Tova Feldshuh).

Twelve hours from now, I should be sitting on a plane, eagerly awaiting takeoff to Atlanta.

I know what you're thinking, and no, I have not yet begun to pack.

It's four outfits. How difficult could it be?

Plus, I've got both my cell phone and digital camera batteries charging at the moment, so I'm technically multitasking.

The weather up there should be nice, not too hot. I'm bringing my sweater, just in case I need it.

Besides, that's the one item I've already packed.

I have no complaints about today, per se, but I am getting a little annoyed that a certain someone has been asking me whether I'm all packed for my trip yet. (I leave in 36 hours.) This constant nagging began on Friday evening, and hasn't let up. (My bet is that it won't until I'm in the car on the way to the airport with packed bag on my lap.)

Anyway, how long does it take to pack for a three-day trip? I say not long. In fact, I could probably wake up two days from now, take a shower and get dressed, then pack -- and still have time left over for enough of a breakfast that I won't be tempted to buy something at the airport or on the plane. Only time will tell, I suppose.

Since yesterday was Emmy Day, that means it's time for my post-awards wrap-up!

First, the memorable moments:

• Brad Garrett, Patricia Heaton and Doris Roberts doing "holy crap!" in the montage of classic TV catchphrases in honor of Peter Boyle.
• Julia Louis-Dreyfus reminiscing about "The Contest" after a clip from the episode is shown over a reproduction of the Monk's Diner set.
• Martin Sheen sitting at the Oval Office desk, reminding people that everyone involved in "The West Wing" won an Emmy for their work -- except him. Also, that people should get out and vote.
• Josh Groban doing a medley of TV themes.
• Kathy Griffin commanding the audience to "get up!" to honor Don Rickles.
• Steve Martin's introduction of Tommy Smothers on the occasion of his commemorative Emmy -- from 1968.
• Stephen Colbert pulling out a bag of prunes and eating them as he explained that we've had eight years of prunes and we need more.
• A winner for "John Adams" talking about the times when politicians spoke articulately and with intelligence -- and then getting unceremoniously cut off.
• Mary Tyler Moore awarding Tina Fey her Best Leading Actress Emmy. If that wasn't a passing of the baton, I don't know what it was.
• The American Express ad with Martin Scorsese and Tina Fey. (True, this wasn't part of the actual ceremony, but that should give you a clue about the rest of the show.)

And pretty much everything else was a disaster, up to and including the five reality host nominees who were tapped as hosts. Oprah Winfrey opened the show with such class, and then handed it off to a quartet that had no business doing any sort of emceeing. I did enjoy the way Jimmy Kimmel drew out the actual awarding of the Emmy, much like is done on the reality programs themselves. However, I hope they don't make a habit of it.

Oh -- just for the record, here's how my favorites did, by the numbers:

• "30 Rock" -- 7
• "Pushing Daisies" -- 3
• "How I Met Your Mother" -- 1
• Kathryn Joosten -- 1

It's Emmy Day, which means it's the equivalent of a national holiday in my house. I don't watch much television lately, but I still have to watch the awards. Plus, tonight is the 60th anniversary show, so there'll be a lot of tributes to the Golden Oldies of TV. I like the sound of that.

Anyway, I thought I'd go through the categories that include shows I watch and tell who I think (or hope) will win. Sound good? Let's go!

Note: Some of these categories were already handed out during the Creative Arts ceremony. I didn't watch that, so it's still a surprise for me.

Outstanding Art Direction For A Multi-camera Series

The only two nominees here are "How I Met Your Mother" and "The New Adventures of Old Christine." Since I watched both these shows, I don't care who wins. Either way, I win.

Outstanding Art Direction For A Single-camera Series

For this one, it's "Pushing Daisies" for me, all the way. The "Pie-lette" episode was nominated, and it should win. However, it seems it's the year of "Mad Men" -- it was the most-nominated show -- and it was nominated twice (out of six nominees) in this category, so it's chances are better than average that it'll pull out a win.

Outstanding Casting For A Comedy Series

In this show, it's "30 Rock" against "Pushing Daisies" for me. Either one is fine, although I enjoy the guests on "PD" better. I realize that I'm a theater geek, and these folks might not be as well known as, say, Jerry Seinfeld or Al Gore, who guested on "30 Rock" this season.

Outstanding Cinematography For A Half-hour Series

This could be the most difficult category -- for me, that is. I have three shows in the running here --"30 Rock," "My Name Is Earl" and "Scrubs." I have to go with "Scrubs" on this one, because "My Princess," with its homage to "The Princess Bride," was like a 30-minute movie. Just brilliant. I must say that this category loses credibility points because "According to Jim" is nominated. Really? They couldn't find something better? Shame on you, ATAS!

Outstanding Comedy Series

I watch both "30 Rock" and "The Office," so I'd be happy if either of them won. But, they've picked up the last two years' worth of statuettes, so maybe it's time to spread things around to "Two and a Half Men." I watch that, too, but not all the time, so it's a draw.

Outstanding Costumes For A Series

Obviously, I'm all for "Pushing Daisies," but I realize "The Tudors" or "Mad Men" have a better chance. Period dress and all, you know. So, we'll see.

Outstanding Directing For A Comedy Series

This one has "30 Rock," "Pushing Daisies" and two episodes of "The Office." So, any of the four out of six would be OK by me.

Outstanding Guest Actor In A Comedy Series

OK, this one has four from "30 Rock" and one from "Curb Your Enthusiasm." Watch -- the "30 Rock" nominees will split the vote, giving the nod to "Curb Your Enthusiasm."

Outstanding Guest Actress In A Comedy Series

Three "30 Rock" episodes, two "Desperate Housewives" and a "Monk." Well, I'd say "30 Rock has a great chance, unless Kathryn Joosten sneaks in there. I like her, so I'll make an exception.

Outstanding Hairstyling For A Multi-camera Series Or A Special

This is an actual category? And they lump multi-camera series in with specials? That doesn't seem fair. But, I'm going with "Two and a Half Men" because it's my guilty pleasure.

Outstanding Hairstyling For A Single-camera Series

Same first question as above, but I'm going with "Pushing Daisies." "Mad Men" or "Ugly Betty" have a great shot, too, though.

Outstanding Lead Actor In A Comedy Series

Tony Shalhoub has won before for "Monk," so any of the other four would be great. Thanks!

Outstanding Lead Actress In A Comedy Series

Both Tina Fey and Julia Louis-Dreyfus have won before, so I won't be upset if they don't this time. America Ferrera has before won, too, so it's really anyone's category. If they're gonna pick a newbie, I'd prefer Mary-Louise Parker over Christina Applegate.

Outstanding Makeup For A Multi-camera Series Or A Special (non-prosthetic)

Well, this is a mouthful! "Two and a Half Men" should win, period.

Outstanding Makeup For A Single-camera Series (non-prosthetic)

Another mouthful, but at least it's a more fair category. And "Pushing Daisies" all the way.

Outstanding Prosthetic Makeup For A Series, Miniseries, Movie Or A Special

Two words: "Pushing Daisies."

Outstanding Music Composition For A Miniseries, Movie Or A Special (original Dramatic Score)

I only include this because I watched "Oprah Winfrey Presents: Mitch Albom's For One More Day" after reading the book. I didn't notice the music.

Outstanding Music Composition For A Series (original Dramatic Score)

This one makes the cut because I actually notice the score in "Pushing Daisies," and it's fabulous.

Outstanding Picture Editing For A Comedy Series (single Or Multi-camera)

"30 Rock," "Pushing Daisies" and "The Office" are all contenders, so there's a 60 percent chance that a show I watch will win. Go me!

Outstanding Sound Mixing For A Comedy Or Drama Series (half-hour) And Animation

"30 Rock," "The Office" and "Two and a Half Men" each have a chance here. Same as above.

Outstanding Supporting Actor In A Comedy Series

Jon Cryer, Neil Patrick Harris and Rainn Wilson are up against Jeremy Piven -- who has won before -- and Kevin Dillon from "Entourage." Spread the love, will you? First choice is Doogie Howser, followed by Duckie, with the Schrute guy a distant third. Any will be OK, though.

Outstanding Supporting Actress In A Comedy Series

Kristin Chenoweth is brilliant in each episode of "Pushing Daisies," of which there were only nine last season. The one where she sang "Hopelessly Devoted to You" to a dog was especially good. Holland Taylor has been doing great work on "Two and a Half Men" for years, so she's my second choice.

Outstanding Writing For A Comedy Series

Two episodes of "30 Rock," plus one each of "Pushing Daisies" and "The Office" are up against "Flight of the Conchords." I think I have a good shot at being happy with this one.

Anyway, that's all for now. Maybe I'll come back tomorrow and post the winners. I say maybe because I have a tendency to forget to follow through with these things. In any case, I wish you and yours a happy Emmy Day.

Today, I had to go to the mall to pick up a few minor items. It would've been a quick, in-and-out excursion, but that all changed when I found an awesome parking spot.

Sure, I got what I needed and was back at the car within 10 minutes. But, since I had such a great spot, I figured I shouldn't leave it so soon. And so, I went back into the mall.

I'm not saying it was a mistake, because it wasn't. (My cousin was having a book reading/signing at the bookstore in the mall, and I made it there 10 minutes early. Too bad the 50 copies of her book couldn't make it off the truck in time.)

Anyway, my quick trip turned into a four-hour adventure. Luckily, while I spent much more time than expected in the aforementioned bookstore, I only dropped $20 there. That's not bad for a Saturday, right? I mean, at least I didn't go into triple digits.

Because if I had, I might not have been able to stop at the supermarket afterward and stock up on groceries. (After all, groceries are lower than books on the totem pole of importance.)

Boy, was this a busy week -- and I have the headache to prove it!

So, for the next 48 hours, I will be doing nothing but relaxing, vegging out in front of the television, and maybe reading a little bit. But, that borders on work, so we'll see what happens.

If all else fails, there's always Bamboozled.

I've been talking lately about how much quicker I get to and from work, now that the office has moved to Fort Lauderdale. And even though I'm spending less time on the road, I'm still working long hours at the office.

I'm going to chalk it up to an unusually busy production schedule, and cross my fingers that next week is easier. (Actually, I know next week will be easier because I'm going out of town for part of it.)

I left work earlier than expected today, which put me on the highway in the middle of rush hour.

Sure, it only took 25 minutes to get home, but it felt like an eternity. It's amazing how quickly it takes for a shorter commute to spoil a person.

Today was my first day in my new office. It was absolutely fabulous! I could go on and on about the interior design and whatnot, but I was so busy working that I barely noticed anything that wasn't within my workspace.

Oh, yeah -- it took me 20 minutes to get home tonight. Enough said.

It's a good thing I was told to work from home today. If I'd had to go to the office, I would've probably called in sick.

It all started when I awoke in the middle of the night with a runny nose. I found cold medicine, but it was the non-drowsy variety. I debated whether or not to take it, and decided I would rather have a nose that didn't run, even if it meant I was going to be awake. (Frankly, a runny nose keeps me from sleeping, so one out of two ain't bad).

I took the medicine at 2:30 a.m., and I was in what I like to call a meringuey phase for the next 12 hours. It eventually wore off, and I didn't take another dose.

Boy, is sitting in front of the computer all day exhausting!

I finally decided to bathe at about 5:30 p.m., but didn't really feel like going out for dinner. (Sorry, Unk!) I guess when you have a low-grade fever and don't eat much, you get tired. And, since I was working, I couldn't even take a nap in the middle of the day.

Of course, by the time I realized just how tired I was, it was too late for a nap. I'm going to have to stick it out until 10 p.m., and go to bed as usual.

I got my first gift of the 2008 holiday season today. It rocked!

Actually, it was a 22-year-old movie that I had taped off TV 19 years ago, but I never bought it on DVD, so I loved it! Thanks, little sis!

I don't know what's going on with the weather patterns lately, but it was sweltering today!

This afternoon, I spent a few hours running errands at a shopping center. As I went from store to store, I tried to stay as close to the building as possible -- as in, wherever I saw the shade. It was a covered walkway, but the sun found its way to me sideways.

The high was in the mid-80s and the low was in the high 70s, but it felt like it was in the low 90s. And it still does. And the sun's not even up anymore!

I guess that's the price you have to pay to live in South Florida.

Today I was lucky enough to be able to attend a workshop in Fort Lauderdale, so I did not have to assist with the office move or sit at home all day, waiting to read Web items.

The workshop was excellent, and three of my co-workers were there, too! I caught up with an old friend, and met three new ones.

When it was all over, we strolled down Las Olas Boulevard to Timpano for some after-workshop drinks. We were done before 5 p.m. Every Friday should be this good.

At 4 p.m. this afternoon, I finished what I was reading, closed down all the open programs on my computer, shut the machine down and began unplugging everything that was attached to an electrical outlet.

I placed all the cords and small pieces in pink bubble-wrap bags, each with a "13-A" sticker on the front. I put stickers on my computer, my monitor, my printer -- even my trash can.

And then, I left 1000 E. Hillsboro Blvd., Suite 103 -- forever.

It's the end of an era.

Next week in Fort Lauderdale!

Today I made what may very well be my last trip to the Publix at Hillsboro Square. It was a bittersweet moment when I told my cashier and bagger that was the last time I'd see them.

You see, I have a long history with this Publix. Actually, it's only been seven years, but it seems like the end of an era. Let me explain.

When my office moved from Hollywood to Deerfield Beach, the only positive spin I could put on it was that there was a Publix just across the parking lot, in the Hillsboro Square shopping center. My co-workers and I could be lazy about planning our lunches, and just meander over, walk the aisles and pick whatever we were in the mood for on any given day. I'd say that, during any given week, we went to Publix at least three out of five days. We made friends with the people at the check-out, deli counter, sushi counter and the try-this-easy-recipe booth. Once, when a group of four of us got split in two and we couldn't find each other, one pair went to the manager, who got on the P.A. system and told the other pair to get a move on and meet them at the front of the store. I even did my regular food shopping there, after I was finished with my work for the day. This was handy if I was out of milk (or something) and I needed to pick some up without going out of my way on my drive home. (You know, rising gas prices and all.)

Less than a year into our tenure in Deerfield Beach, the Publix was knocked down so that a bigger, better one could be built in its place. I want to say this process too about nine months. Much like some pregnancies, those nine months seemed to go on forever. If I wanted to go to Publix to get my lunch, I had to jump in the car and drive up the road to Boca Raton -- that's in a whole other county -- to go to the pink stucco Publix on Camino Real. It was small, and its parking lot was always full. In nine months, I think I went four times.

When the new Publix opened, many of our old friends, who had been relocated to other stores in the interim, returned to greet us. Sure, there were other places we could go for lunch, but Publix was our favorite. And, it seemed, we were some of their favorite customers.

There is no Publix near the new office. But, if there was, I don't think I'd go there. It'd be like I was cheating on my Publix at Hillsboro Square.

This morning, I woke up an hour and 15 minutes later than usual. When I arrived at work an hour later than usual, I told my co-workers I had experienced an alarm clock malfunction.

Apparently, no one found that as clever as I'd expected them to. I get points for creativity, though, right?

And, just so it won't happen again tomorrow, the first thing I did when I got back home tonight was check to make sure my alarm was already set.

If my stomach could speak, what would it say?

I got the feeling that my stomach has been trying to talk to me all day, what with all the gurgling and moaning coming from inside there. Maybe it was hungry. Maybe it was full (of gas). Maybe it was not pleased with last night's meal. Whatever it was, I hope it passes before bedtime, because I'd really like to get a good night's sleep tonight.

I have never sent a text message. I am in awe of those who do, what with the fingers flying faster than anything. You'd think they were practicing for some sort of sport. I know: They're going to be adding it as an event in the 2012 Olympics. (Yeah, right. Text messaging is a sport like cup stacking is a sport. In other words: It's not.)

Lately I've noticed that people are text messaging like it's going out of style. I was at the grocery store checkout, and the clerk at the register actually ignored me and my six items so she could immediately read and reply to an incoming text message. I know that supermarket register clerks don't have access to their e-mail accounts -- like those of us who sit in front of a computer all day do -- but the whole act of taking focus off the task at hand to tend to a personal matter really rubbed me the wrong way.

Sure, I occasionally send personal e-mail during business hours, but I don't have a customer waiting while I'm doing it. And that's a huge difference.

Today, my family gathered to celebrate my cousin's 35th birthday. It was an intimate affair; a sit-down-at-the-table-and-eat-on-real-plates-with-real-silverware barbecue.

The good news is she's my older cousin, so I've still got a bit to go until I catch up with her. The bad new is she's only nine months ahead of me, so it's closer than I'd like.

I have spent the majority of the past 60 minutes in tears.

ABC, CBS and NBC simultaneously broadcast one commercial-free hourlong telethon (for lack of a better word) to benefit Stand Up To Cancer. According to the organization's Web site, this is its mission:

Working with the top experts in cancer research, Stand Up To Cancer is forging a new way to develop breakthroughs that will end cancer. We’re putting together the best and the brightest minds in cancer research – those on the edge of accomplishment – investing in their projects and taking the bureaucratic obstacles out of their way. We are building interdisciplinary “Dream Teams” of scientists, clinicians, technicians and other experts who will focus on a specific cancer problem. We’ll track their progress in real time, so that everyone who invests can see how their participation is creating real change.

Funds will be administered by the American Association for Cancer Research, the largest scientific organization in the world focusing on every aspect of high-quality, innovative cancer research. Together with their scientific Blue Ribbon Advisory Committee, comprising world-class scientists across several disciplines and patient advocates, the most promising projects will be identified.

This is huge. In the U.S., one person dies of cancer every minute. If we could work to cure cancer, the 1,500 Americans who die of it each day could live full lives.

I lost one grandmother to cancer; my other was a cancer survivor. I have had classmates, co-workers and friends affected by cancer. It does not discriminate; everyone is at risk.

It's time to stand up to cancer. Together, we can beat it.

With exactly two months until Election Day, talk has turned to politics in my office, specifically the major parties' presidential tickets.

Most people are for Obama/Biden, and can't understand how A) McCain picked Palin as his running mate, and B) that ticket could possibly win.

I try to stay out of it all because I don't want to get too upset about things. But, I did manage to dig out my "Choose or Lose" shirt from 1996. (Nowadays, it's not old, it's vintage.)

Regardless, we are two months away from electing a new president. It will be historic because either A) the first African-American president will be elected or B) the first female vice president will be elected.

All I know is it's going to be a really long two months.

I've come to the conclusion that there's an actual upside to working long hours: By the time I get home, there's just enough time to eat dinner and relax before going to bed without getting bored in the process.

In other words, I'm actually being a bit productive during the evening hours, without wearing myself out completely.

And, as a bonus, I am finally digging into my too-high pile of unread books. Right now, I'm into Nina Schuyler's "The Painting," which takes place in 1869. The action shifts from Japan -- where a ceramic artist lives with his wife, who paints to escape from her life -- to France -- where a wounded veteran originally from Denmark catalogs a Paris shop's incoming shipments, including a ceramic bowl wrapped in a beautiful painting -- as two simultaneous stories are told. I'm not that far into it, but so far, so good. I'll give more of my thoughts when I'm done

Another busy week at work, but, as luck would have it, there are only four days to cram all the work into this week. I put in a 10-hour day that seemed more like six hours. And I only say it lasted that long because I ate lunch and two snacks while I was there. If not for that, it would've seemed like a really productive two-hour day.

When a national holiday is big enough that I get a day off, I do my best not to waste it.

Naturally, I went to IKEA, with about 80 percent of the rest of the immediate world who had the day off, too.

Luckily, I found a parking spot easily, and made my way into the store and over to the elevator.

As I made my way along the winding path of the second-floor showroom, the thing that struck me as most interesting was that there were plenty of books on the shelves. In fact, there were several copies of the same book on any given shelf -- as there were several copies of the same shirt in any given closet -- and they were all in Swedish. The familiar authors were Michael Frayn (Noises Off), James McBride (The Color of Water), Anita Shreve (The Pilot's Wife) and Irvine Welsh (Trainspotting). I couldn't tell what books were on the shelves -- I don't speak Swedish -- but I felt good about knowing who the authors were.

When I finished with the upper level -- I knew I was done because I ended up at the cafe -- I took the elevator back down, and ended up in the marketplace, where there are all sorts of smaller items for the home. Once you're through there, you end up in the warehouse, where there are rows of shelves of flat boxes of unassembled furniture. I took a pass on those, and headed straight for the food market. There wasn't much there, but it was next to a snack bar. Feeling a bit hungry -- it was time for my afternoon snack, which I forgot to bring with me -- I headed for the exit, and back to my car.

It took less than two hours, and didn't cost me anything but time and little bit of gas. Maybe next time I go to IKEA -- I think I'm good until 2009 -- I will actually buy something.

Tonight was family game night. We played Caneopoly, a takeoff on Monopoly that uses properties specific to the University of Miami and the surrounding community.

I lost first, then it went quickly downhill from there.

At least we were all together, and my sister got to do a victory dance to the sounds of the UM fight song played on a musical bottle opener.

Good times!

Today was my last workday in August, and I now have three days off.

First up. a "cousin reunion" tomorrow. Sunday will be the usual trip to the mall with dad, followed by laundry. And, on Monday, I just might take IKEA up on its offer of free breakfast.

Tonight, in a stadium in Denver, Barack Obama will accept the Democratic Party's nomination for president of the United States.

Is this a great country, or what?

I'm sure I've said this before, but I feel I can never say it enough: Why does it always seem that, the closer we are to being done at the end of the day Tuesday, the longer it takes to finish everything up on Wednesday?

Invariably, it seems, stuff just comes up, delaying the steady flow of our work. Maybe one of these days I'll finally get used to it.

But, I probably won't.