I have been happily drinking my tap water, but then today I noticed scum at the top of my glass. Yuck. So, I thought I'd put my old Brita filter thing on the faucet. I used a fancy Brita Aquaview thing in Alexandria, because it was centered across the back and our faucet would flip. The adapter I had in is totally stuck and I can't get it to fit on my new faucet. Nor can I get it out to replace it with the right adapter thing to attach. ((sigh)) My hands hurt from trying to twist these things off. I suppose I ought to either get a new on tap thing, as apparently the one I have is now discontinued, so I imagine getting the replacement filter would be hard to find, or get a pitcher for my refrigerator.

Or maybe it is my ice cube trays, having been in a box for two years. Either way, I think I want a filter on my water, since it tastes like city water, which never tastes very good. _

This evening, I got home, stuck Sam on a leash, and walked out the door, realizing once I was outside of my locked house that my keys, wallet, and cell phone were all inside. I felt really dumb. None of my roomates were home. I walked around the block. I rang the doorbell for the people upstairs, but I'm not sure what I thought they might do, but someone eventually showed up with a phone, but without the landlord's phone number. While he and I were standing there trying to figure something out, my roommate showed up, and saved the day. Still, I felt dumb, and figured I should probably have a spare set of keys. I don't know what that spare set of keys would have done for me, or who I would give them to that I could walk there from my house the next time I lock myself out. _

This weekend, while visiting my parents in Vermont, my stepbrother and his wife came to visit. They insisted that we all be inside at 4 to listen to The Moth. Now, I love the Moth. I do. However, I'm pretty sure I've never heard it on the radio, and I've certainly never insisted on making sure we all sit around the radio to listen to anything other than snow day announcements. I do podcasts for radio. I do TiVo for TV. I haven't worried about the schedule of entertainment in ages. It was hilarious. (Also, the Moth wasn't on.) _

Sam is fine, apparently. They gave him barium and it raced through his system, which means there's no blockage. He is still in Vermont, coming down to Boston tomorrow when my mom is coming down for book group. No surgery is good. I'm also glad that his first night at his new home is not while he might still be...expelling corncob and hydrogen peroxide and barium. That might...not have worked to endear him to his new roommates. _