She also wanted to go see a movie yesterday, and while she kind of wanted to see Angels & Demons (Wolverine was also on the table. Terminator Salvation was not), I pointed out that I could absolutely guarantee that Star Trek would be worth the money, something I could not say about the other three. So I saw it again; she loved it. And in the car on the way home, she revealed that she'd seen the entire original series as a kid and had gone around making the Vulcan fingers all the time. I can't confirm this, but she might have even been a young Trekkie. And here I'd thought I'd have to explain who everyone was! So that went well.
So today and yesterday, I've felt pretty mellow, in a pleasantly limp kind of way. The next Secret Life is almost ready to go, but it depends on a couple of pictures that in turn depend on a new "set" that will involve a good bit of cleaning. (You know the bookshelf/printer table next to my file cabinet, the one that appears at the edge of so many pictures? Well, there's a reason you've never seen it properly, because it is a wreck.) Yeah. Maybe I'll get to that tomorrow. I have a sudden urge to reread some comfort-food book for the eleventieth time. Jane Eyre, maybe.