Thank you to all who have sent me email, left comments or IM'ed me with get
well wishes and concern. You are all very sweet and I truly appreciate
each and every sentiment. My bum has never felt such love before.
:-)

Although having to cancel my trip sucked, a silver lining was I got go to the VNSA
Used Book Sale today. My friend Kristin goes to this every year and
every year she either 1) forgets to tell about it until the day after or 2)
doesn't tell me when it is before I make other plans I can't break. When I
scheduled my trip, I was a disappointed that I was going to miss it again.

Unfortunately shopping while on pain killers isn't as fun as it might
seem. I have absolutely no attention span when I'm on this stuff.
Case in point, in a misguided attempt to start spring cleaning early, I pulled
everything out of my closet so I could reorganize it yesterday. This
evening, there are still piles and piles of clothes dumped all over my bedroom
floor.

We got the the sale about an hour before it ended. Of course most of the
good stuff was gone, but the remainder was half off the already low
prices. I wandered around in a haze, picking up a book every now and then
and putting it back on the table.

Eventually I found a few things: an old cookbook, a few biographies, a
novel. My favorite find was a 1972 psychological study, The Sensuous
Hooker by W.D. Sprague which begs the question, "In an age of sexual
freedom why does prostitution thrive?" Why indeed!

I just love odd crap like this. Years ago, I found a 1937 copy of Emily
Post's Etiquette. My favorite part was a section regarding college
boys. College girls ask, "May I give a boy my picture to take to
college? If yes, how shall I sign it?"

The answer? "If he is an old friend there is no reason why you should not
give him your picture, but don't sign it, because a name on a girl's picture in
a college man's room is apt to challenge the sort of attention that every
well-bred man hates. In other words, it makes Mary a conspicuous
personality in this room, whereas simply the face of a girl is as impersonal as
the face in any picture on his wall."

Oh that Mary! She's always conspicuous, that bitch.