Mr. W and I went to a Japanese curry house for dinner last nite, and I ordered chicken curry udon. I brought the leftover half for lunch today, and I’m eating it right now. It is so good. I don’t know whether it’s good cuz 2nd day curry’s good, or because I’m starving after my noon workout today. I should eat lunch more often. Altho, on days when I skip the workout to have lunch, food doesn’t taste this good.

I got stopped twice on my walk from the courthouse out to lunch by people who wanted to praise me about my car. I seem to have shot up in popularity points just because I dished out for a Lexus. If I had believed that this is how popularity worked, I would’ve bought my way to homecoming queen in high school. But instead, I’d believed in being who you are and having faith that your inner beauty will find worthy fans. *guffaw* For the past few weeks, anytime I talk to people (especially men), it’s because they want to ask questions about the car. “I heard you got a new car! How fast does that thing go?” “Is that your Lexus down there in the structure? The blue one with the beige interior? It’s beautiful!” “I saw your car yesterday! I’m not worthy!” *kotowing* One bailiff came into my courtroom at 9am the first day he was back from a 2-week vacation and said, “I heard you got a new Lexus!” I guess people are buzzing in the building about the car.

I have to say, I am really happy that I have the only IS 350 in the structure. I’ll enjoy that while it lasts. My bailiff said that I’m likely the only clerk in the county to have that car. I ran into my old bailiff in the building earlier, who also brought up having heard about my new car, and said, “How could you afford that? You’re a clerk!” like it’s a bad word. I ticked off my fingers. “I’m single. I’m not divorced. I’m not married. I have no kids.” “Say no more, please!” his clerk begged.

As an off-handed thing, when my cat greeted me with his meows this morning at the door, I patted his fuzzy little head and said, “Hello, my little kitten caboodle.” And then I thought, “That’d be a GREAT name for a cat! Caboodle!” Cuz then you can say, “This is my kitten, Caboodle.” Especially if the kitten’s the only thing you have in your life, as is my case with my Dodo. He’s my entire kit n’ caboodle. He’s my kitten Caboodle. I wonder if it’s too late to change his name.