The dishwasher is dead. Long live the dishwasher. Rob is happy because this model only comes in black. Meanwhile, till it's delivered in a couple of weeks, we'll be washing by hand. I actually like washing by hand, as you can feel the dishes becoming cleaner. It's a meditative process. I just don't like washing volumes of dishes by hand; then it's a chore.

My cherub has his driver's permit. I took him out for a spin today, not literally, in the Subaru as he's interested in driving a stick. Naturally, after five minutes he decided he'd practiced enough for one day. Heh. Not that I blame him, it's disconcerting to suddenly have to think about what your left foot is doing while also worrying about your right foot, right hand and everything going on in the world around you. He did a great job backing out of the parking stall and only bunny-hopped the car once in first gear. But he's riding the clutch and I must keep him from doing so. After all, the car's getting on in years and I don't want to have to replace the clutch since Rob and I are planning to get rid of it so we can move downtown. :)

Used my new tarot cards wondering if I should look for a new job or stay on with the current firm. Got some good spin on staying put. Or it could be a good spin on continuing to look. :) That's the beauty of tarot. Later on, I can look back and see exactly what it meant. The cool thing is that it definitely indicated that I'm having trouble making up my mind (no surprise there) and there were lots of indicators about changing jobs. The thing that I'm not clear about is if it refers to the fact that being a paralegal is a big job change, or that I will be looking and finding work at a different law firm than where I'm at now.

I dreamt I was Angelina Jolie. That's the second time in a year and since I don't think of her (that is, I'm not a fan), kind of unusual.