On Thursday, I stayed home from work. I took six months worth of Seinfeld episodes that I've been saving on our UltimateTV, and I transferred them to videotape. I felt really accomplished.

Today, I cleaned more than six months worth of photograph and CD and notecard piles off of our staircase. I felt pretty damn accomplished.

Tonight, after we got home from the city, I realized that our toiletseat makes a haunted-house creaking noise when you lift it up. That's kinda cool.