Monday morning dots of procrastination

• I should be curling my hair right now. Curling iron's hot and everything.
• Saturday afternoon we felt very urban. We dressed nicely and walked 9/10 of a mile to the district parsonage for a reception with the new bishop and his wife. We let several people know that we'd walked from our house (smug enviro-hippies that we are). Others who live nearby hadn't thought of that option.
• On the way back, we stopped at the P.O. and bought stamps. (Trip consolidation, even on foot. We are so smug.)
• We're thinking about adopting again. (Not a human, ya goofball!) We'll see how things unfold this week. She's been living at the vet's office since July, so I don't think she's going anywhere without us knowing about it.
• We rearranged the den on Saturday, and are taking a few days to decide whether we like the new layout. Then we might buy a piece of furniture that would allow us to move the computer in there and hide it behind doors when we're not sitting at it (which is about never, obviously).
• There's a lot of dust and dog fur behind things that haven't been moved away from the wall in 8 years or so.
• Okay, okay, I'm going to finish getting ready for work.

Updated to add:

• Dang it. I think my curling iron is busted. I did not want to run errands tonight, but I guess I will. With stringy-looking hair and all.