– Proofed and handed in my freelance assignment

– Obtained craft supplies, groceries, party food, tinting gel

– Returned books to library, picked up reserves (oh noes I was a day late with the Igntaieff book, paid my $0.25 fine)

– Baked bread

– Baked cookies

– Cake in the oven as we speak

Now, we just need to hit the party store on the way to collect the boy, and we need more icing sugar if I’m to make enough icing for everything.

I realised earlier that I won’t be warblogging the evening-before-the-party prep as I’ve done in previous years, which saddens me somewhat. Being up till midnight getting punchy from frosting various things has become a tradition.

I contacted the luthier and told them I’d be in next week to buy the 7/8. Except I miscalculated what I had left in my ING account, and I can’t count on my provincial return will be here in time, and my 4/4 hasn’t officially sold yet. I may have to send an apologetic e-mail to say er, sorry, will be renting one more month, thank you.

And then, to add insult to injury, someone’s just listed a double bass student model for $800 on Craigslist. I’m gritting my teeth at the moment. (First a house; then a double bass. There is no room for it here.)

Ack, must not forget to start the pizza dough.