Today is April 15, in America's innumerable Starbucks locations that is "Sustainable Deadbeat Junkie Tax Day": bring a refillable tumbler or travel mug and get free drip coffee: Pike Place or bold. I chose Pike Place. My right eye, eight hours later, is still angry with me for taking the free coffee.

Apparently half-a-cup of coffee is the most my body will tolerate. Bah.

Work was great today: my "client" let me borrow her Hildegard von Bingen medieval chants CD, and Talk Talk's "Natural History" CD (I had the cassette somewhere), and gave me "The Colour of Spring." I also received an Adrenal Tonic tincture, and get to browse her herb, meditation, spiritual and health materials. For nobody else would I take this low-paying job. I get to shop for organic stuff with her, visit the library, run errands on a great street, and she's taking me out to a fabulous Chocolaterie next week for my birthday. She thinks I am a fabulous cook too. I must not get out much: I wonder if there are many other women in the city with such a strong overlap of interests and sensitivities. And apparently I do little wrong: I found Dr. Bronner's Sal Suds in a discount retail outlet, having been convinced for years I could order it only by mail order, and cheap top-grade supplements for her.

HELOC balance is down $83, and I am 0.0565% closer to being debtfree. Still at 3% interest rate. As Kodos or Kang would say, rubbing tentacles together: "Good, good."