So much to do, so little time...

I had such a long list of things to do this long weekend, and today dawns with a terrifying amount of stuff left on it. (For instance, I haven't even been online in 24 hours, and I haven't been catching up on the Holmes newsletter for almost a week. And I've got to do the Martha essay edits and have posts and emails backed up from Malice.)

Yesterday did not go at ALL as planned; not a single thing was check-off-able, but on the whole, it was very productive.

I returned Reba from whence she came, with assurances that she would probably do much better with a household with fewer, younger cats.

I did some bedroom cleaning - a must when I was humiliated that the house painters came in to remove windowscreens and the place looked like a Very Special Episode of Hoarders.

I did a long interview with a college student who's researching clinic escorts.

And - drumroll please - the new refrigerator was delivered. Although the delivery people did most of the work (and yeoman work it was; I had M give me extra for their tip) it still required shoving everything from the old fridge into coolers or the downstairs freezer, pushing out the current refrigerator and vacuuming behind it, and most of all, biting my nails that the mammoth beast could be made to fit through the doorways. They not only had to take it to pieces but take it the long way around to garner a vital extra 1.5 inches of clearance - but it's there! And it's beautiful! It's a white french-door bottom freezer (the Samsung that was Consumer Reports' best buy) with over 8 extra feet of capacity. It hasn't been 24 hours and I already love it in a manner illegal in 12 states.

I also got the wine racks set up on those awkward built-in center hall shelves:


Please ignore the hallway and room beyond...

Today I won't be able to lie around eating ice cream and reading books as I'd hoped, nor knitting during a Whitechapel marathon (the backup plan). But I will hopefully get everything (including paying the painters) done in time to scoot off to fandance's memorial day picnic.

Elementary Trailer

They should have released the Elementary trailer well before the show precis; while the precis was practically unrecognizable, the trailer shows good faith with the spirit of the canon & characters, if not the text. Watson, to my great relief, has teeth and an outside life; from the writeup, she sounded like she was being set up to be pushed around by both Sherlock and his unnamed father while being a damsel in distress for hosing up her previous career. There wouldn't be much of an upside in having a female Watson if she was just going to be set up for a hat trick of gender!fail: Woman must nurture! Woman must support man! Woman is pawn in man's game!

I should have had more faith in Lucy Liu and her usual career choices.

Also, I'm granting an awful lot of points for the Google comment.