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I drank two cups of black coffee today. The first one was at church and the second one was at 6pm at home. This is very exciting because I'm the butt of many jokes in my family because of my sugar and cream dependency.

I've been vaguely annoyed all day (it's either tiredness or church or both).

We've gotten an exorbidant amount of rain this weekend... and my vegetables are loving it. I have lots of little nubs of eggplants and cucumbers. And, the bell peppers have lots of blossoms.

Perhaps there's a metaphor in all this rain and my thriving vegetable plants. In the Bible, rain is a sign of blessing. Perhaps, there's an end to my personal drought. Or I'm delirious. I'm trying not to get my hopes up about the job I'll find out about this week.

My sister treated me to a mani and pedi yesterday. It felt wonderful and my feet are now presentable. I also met this nurse whose aunt was a medical missionary to West Africa in the 1940s-- that's money. The nurse has her aun'ts diaries and letters. Do you know how exciting it would be to have that info. I gave her Dana Robert's name.

I'm getting the urge to write some fiction. Odd.

I'm reading Irene Hunt's The Lottery Rose. I've already cried, and I'm on the third chapter.

I want to see Hancock and Wanted.