1. I recently purchased a compact laser printer and even with my growing experience with USB cords and CD-ROMs and installations and Paxil, I was a bit anxious about getting the printer up and running. I succeeded.
2. I finished the epic drama of getting my office/the room where I sleep organized, cleaned up, sorted out. Whew.
3. I bought Hiram a six-pack of Henry Weinhard's Private Reserve lager, trying to help him get as full and rich of an Oregon experience as possible. Since I quit drinking, I can only enjoy beer now by smelling it or by vicariously participating in another's enjoyment. Hiram took a long first draw from the bottle. My knees knocked under the dinner table. He set the beer down. He smiled. "That's really good." I responded casually, "Good. Glad you like it."