- The Gulls closed and struck, cast party held, collective sigh of relief breathed? Check.
- 13 new postcards designed, approved, printed, and mailed to unsuspecting New Orleanians? Check.
- Taxes filed? Check.
- On time? Amazingly, check.
- Garden planted, spring cleaning completed? Well, almost check.
- Homeless person yelled at for uncanny, annoying impersonation of Ignatius J. Reilly at local Walgreens as he sported creepy hunting hat, filthy windbreaker, and proceeded to purchase 17 cans of nuts and pay for them individually at 12 noon on a very busy Saturday? Freakin’ check.
- Shirtless hotties admired in French Quarter? Check.
- Wondered aloud how long it’ll be before the shirtless hotties skip off for other gay parts of the country because it’s just too goddamn hot here? Check.
- Sister’s birthday missed ENTIRELY? Check. Oh, boy. Check.
- Still giggling in public at the “52 Funniest Things About the [then] Upcoming Death of the Pope”? Boy howdy, check!
- Onset of panic in light of current tenant’s imminent departure and the need to find someone reliable, responsible, and hizz-ot to live upstairs for the next couple of years? Check.
- Supporting materials for seven grant applications FedExed to their respective committees? Uh…check back later.
- New wrinkles, grey hairs added? Check.
- Hoping in vain that the next four months will see a slowdown in my work schedule? Half-hearted check.
- Early stages of stomach ulcer felt? Check.
- Sedatives more closely than ever before? Check. Check. Check.
So that’s pretty much my to-do list for the past four weeks. How’s yours coming along?
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