Oh my am I tired — I seem to be getting D’s cold, and drowning the virus with gallons of pineapple-ginger and blackberry-sage tea has done squat. Kind of a shame, because I nearly made it through the entire winter without getting a cold or the flu. Damn my hubris anyway.

I spent my three-day weekend pretty dully. I failed to find a dress to wear to Tomoko and Kevin’s weddin’ despite a good (bad) three hours of shopping Saturday. I made a kick-ass Caesar salad with homemade croutons and dressing. D. had to work for most of the weekend, but he knocked off early to see Choses Secrètes. It was quite the saucy little number, with lots of HGGA (hot girl-girl action); however, the ending felt way too over-the-top and seemed almost tacked on so as to elevate the film from medium-core porn. It would have been more effective (and affecting) had it concentrated on the �triangular business/amorous relationship of the three main characters. It didn’t help that I couldn’t buy the object of Sandrine’s interest — the CEO of her firm — with his Ken doll looks and pompous soliloquies. Despite all that, it was one of the more erotic films I’ve seen in a good long while. If the DVD contained nothing but the sex scenes, I’d buy it in a heartbeat.

I need to leave off here — left my housekey in my other coat pocket (drat this changeable March weather, anyhow) and need to get home before D. leaves to check his mailbox, elsewise I’ll end up sitting on the front porch till he gets back.