This weekend: I watched TV, and some movies, went out to dinner, nursed a migraine, and wondered how I’m going to make it through the last week in Santa Fe. In previous years, I hit a wall around week four or five. This time it came late, but it came hard. This is not my beautiful house. Where is that large automobile? Where does that highway go? But mostly I think there are way too many spiders here. They come up the drain. I close the drain. They squeeze their giant bodies through the crack. I wash them down. They come back up. That itsy-bitsy-spider song isn’t so cute anymore. Maybe they like toothpaste. They also go marching around on the floors at night when they think we’re asleep. I don’t go barefoot.

During my migraine-hazy channel surfing, I saw some weird stuff. I flip by the Food Network. Is that Jay Manuel of ANTM on Paula Deen’s show?  Yes, it is. Is that Richard Simmons testifying before congress? Yes, it is. It’s a strange world.

I watched two movies. Starting Out In the Evening. Beautiful. Has anyone read the novel it was based on? In the Land of Women. Way better than I expected based on what I remember from critical reviews. I liked it! A lot. I’ve always liked those Kasdan boys, Jon and Jake. Oh, and I saw Pants 2. Love. Like a fuzzy blanket. I kind of have a girl crush on America Ferrera. Also, if you want to see cute Greek Kostos as a cute American, you should be watching Swingtown. It’s a great show that will probably be canceled in no time flat. Anyway, Michael Rady is in it with very adorable sideburns. You can watch full episodes on the CBS site.

So, the lovely Lisa McMann alerted me to the fact that Sweethearts is on a list that is part of a new Oprah Book Club thing. And so are a bunch of other books by friends, including 2k7er Kelly Bingham’s Shark Girl, John Green’s forthcoming Paper Towns, and E. Lockhart’s The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks. And  Shannon Hale’s Book of a Thousand Days, which I also found out is one of the other finalists for the Utah Book Award so you know Shannon and I and whoever the mysterious third person is are going to make a scene during the book fest come October.

Meanwhile, I wanna go home.