R-clip at best

The cherry tomato plant has consistently ripened three tomatoes per day for the last three days, so Mom, Dad, and I each have one at dinner. I've warned the tomato plant that it needs to step up to four tomatoes by Tuesday, as that is when Ciro returns. He is very homesick; almost anything I mention he is sorry not to have been there for, simple things like oatmeal pancakes, which I have never known to be a particular favorite. And of course everyone is keen on his return; he is a widely acknowledged linchpin of the family, despite being the only non-blood-relative.

Showed The Fountain as part of my film series at the church, which is becoming pretty well attended, followed by a discussion of the role of the promised resurrection of the body in the liturgy and whether or not this still makes sense in the modern church. Also, there was root beer. Drove Dad's car for the first time, as I had to run home for something while he was setting up the projector; haven't driven a stick shift in almost five years, so that was pleasant. (Automatics have advantages, I'm sure, but it feels more like steering a boat. Whereas sticks feel more like dogfighting planes, or what I imagine them to feel like. Stil, if I'd realized I was going to do that today I probably wouldn't have worn three-inch backless wedge heels.)

Dripped blueberry syrup down the front of my favorite dress. Have gotten the stain to fade, but not disappear. Will attack again in the coming days.