Things I could have done tonight:
- Taken care of the ironing I've been putting off for weeks (literally--weeks),
- Worked my way beyond the first week of September New Yorker-wise,
- Tackled some laundry,
- Cracked (er, crinkled?) the cover of yesterday's Times,
- Dealt with the various piles lurking on/near my desk,
- Posted some photos to Flickr, and
- Written a blog post more substantial than a flimsy bulleted list.
What I did instead:
Despite the occasionally bad (and, in a few instances,
bad) swarthy pancake makeup and old-person hair (did Nehru really have a slightly botched blond dye job when he became PM?), it was 190 minutes well spent.
