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Grandmother says that she doesn't want to inconvenience us, so she is only coming from thursday to monday of next week. She is staying at a hotel in Soho. Ask her if it isn't expensive. Yes, she says, but no more than Times Square. The last time she went to Times Square, a hefty woman's caboose swung around and pushed her (grandmother) into traffic. Tell her that the same is almost as likely to happen in Soho and why not stay with us? She couldn't, it would be an imposition. She must. No, really, a hotel is the only reasonable thing to do. This goes on in ever-escalating tone on both sides until say, rashly, Dave would be insulted if you didn't stay with us. Fine, she says. Fine, say I. Call Dave at home to tell him of plans. There is a long, fraught silence. Where is she going to sleep? Tell him, On the couch. Add, It pulls out. (Dave already in posession of this information.) Firmly change topic. Ask, What have you been up to today? Hear about the View (difficult to believe that it is still on, but Rosie strangely riveting) the grout in the bathroom (shameful) and that Jenny seems to be favoring her right front paw, so he cooked up some chicken for her to make her feel better. When get off phone, feel that ought to tell Dave that it isn't Healthy to be stuck at home all day and that he really needs to Do Something before he gets depressed. Decide to do work as it is Healthy. This theory quickly called into question when receive stern email requesting completed curriculum for the 2007-8 school year before the Holiday break. Break news to Jackie, who shrugs and says, that's what our jobs are, right? Am sorry to say yes, but feel strongly that have never liked her. Go back to office and feel that have also never really liked self all that much either. Clean desk, which has usual, soothing effect but am grimy by the end of it.