I have discovered black velvet apricots, another plum-apricot hybrid.  Apparently the key to Yunely happiness is an orchard with plum and apricot trees, free to intermingle however they like.  Besides these outbursts of fruit, though, my fridge is Michael Westin's: all yogurt and beer.

As much as I love my place, I would also be happier living somewhere with its own washer and dryer.  What were two other people thinking, doing laundry before seven in the morning?  Statistically, only one person (me, of course) should be so crazy.

I've been enjoying walking to work so far, although unfortunately the route that takes me along streets and across freeway on-ramps is shorter than the route on a biking/walking trail.  I've also rejected six pairs of shoes and three backpacks for this task; thank goodness for generous online return policies.

Watching Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen did little except spark an interest in finding good non-fiction about military aircraft.  But after I finish the tome on US Supreme Court history, an unexpectedly riveting while I lie somewhat invalidly upon my couch.  (My wrists really don't like me.)  It strikes me that I should seek out similar books about other countries' judicial/legal evolution.

 
-- 2009.06.28