What I'm pondering today...

After listening to Rick's distressed, confused outbursts coming from the study this afternoon, I'm wondering if we'll ever actually close on this new condo. We are, apparently, up to our knees in various forms and paperwork... we've already signed and faxed so many documents, and we don't even close for another two weeks. It's encouraging that we've managed to come farther than we have with any of the other condos we attempted to buy... yet it still seems rather far away. Which makes it hard to get into "start packing up to move" mode...

I wonder why my neighborhood grocery store marks all the prices on items in cents. For instance, the sticker on the box of tea I bought a couple weeks ago proclaimed that I owed 359 cents. Not $3.59, but rather 359¢. For some reason, this makes me feel like I'm paying more... I mean, three dollars is just THREE dollars... but three hundred cents is three HUNDRED cents. (Yes, I do realize they're the exact same amount...)

Can someone tell me why television networks keep cancelling perfectly good shows?? Three of the shows I'd started watching and enjoying this past season have already been cancelled... metaphorically and unceremoniously dumped into a vast empty lot under an interstate overpass. (Probably somewhere in New Jersey.) They got rid of The Chicago Code, which we'd really been liking -- especially since we got to see so many familiar landmarks, and the show had worked with the Chicago Police Department to ensure accuracy. They'd even used some officers as extras... Eric was planning his big television debut for next season, but THAT'S not gonna happen now. They also cancelled Mr. Sunshine, which was probably suffering from low ratings -- I really liked it, and I could never even remember exactly when it was on. A victim of bad scheduling on a boring network. But the one I'm REALLY upset about is Outsourced -- I did NOT expect that one to get cancelled. Sure, it was occasionally a bit insulting to Indians AND Americans, but it was the only show on TV where I could get a Bollywood fix... and it had one of the best characters on a sitcom -- a quiet, shy girl who blended into the woodwork and was often forgotten... but who had hidden talents and important things to say to anyone who might listen... I affectionately nicknamed her Indian Lisa. I wanted the show to continue at least until Indian Lisa became a CEO or the prime minister of India or something... I'm so disappointed...

I'm wondering when Chicago went from the Windy City to the Foggy City. We've had some crazy fog here over the last few weeks. Like scary, mysterious, impervious mist -- the kind that no doubt holds all kinds of secrets and monsters. (I think perhaps Faisal thought I was a bit strange when I suggested in a text message this afternoon that there may have been brain-eating zombies hiding within the soupy mix... but honestly, if brain-eating zombies WERE to plan an attack, the fog we've had in this city the last couple days would be the perfect hiding place...) I'm assuming the fog is just a "spring" thing around here. But I'm not a big fan, since it means my skyline has been temporarily eradicated...

Rick just returned from a dinner with a colleague, and he brought me chocolate cake, so I am now pondering whether or not I should go eat it... wait, what am I saying? It's cake! Of COURSE I should! Hope everyone is having a good week... :)