Fly Me To The Moon.

I once had an online diary where each entry was named after a song.

Just thought I'd say.

All I did today was go get groceries and bake meringues but to leave my house I forced myself to not leave in my jammies.  This time last year, I would have worn my jammies to go to the No Frills, but now I feel I have some kind of responsibility to not look like a mess.

Seeing as I didn't have to think hard, I call this progress.  P.S a reason to love TCM:  To fill in the time between movies, they play old film reels, like a tourism reel for New York from the 60s.