I just talked to Rohini for a significant chunk of time. (Particularly significant, considering that the time I spend on the telephone for personal conversations is usually just about nil.) And tomorrow is now officially a Rohini day for me and Erica! Well, a Rohini suppertime, anyway. Very exciting.
Less exciting is the prospect of work tomorrow. And ironing my clothes now for tomorrow. I wish I had done laundry like I meant to. Now I have to dress in the dregs of my closet.
Stupid wrinkly dregs.