AETW: 1126
exercise: 40 ct, 1 abs

I sat up in bed last night to finish the book I was reading (more on that later) and so I slept in until 11 today. It’s been a long time since I’ve done that. Ken and I just can’t sleep as long as we used to. This is a sucky part of getting older, I tell ya.

I woke up out of weird dreams involving a party with a bunch of people I haven’t seen in a while (including some SCA folks from Britain) involving alcohol and weird-shaped M&Ms, and boats, and a kind of house arrest/kidnapping, and my father being very strange and not-my-father. The usual sort of weird dream fodder. I wanted to find out what was going to happen, but I woke up rather suddenly, and lay there thinking how weird it was that one minute I had been dead to the world and in this dream and couldn’t hear any external noises, and now I was awake and listening to birds chirping, etc.

And then, inexplicably, I decided I could make a white linen dress before we fly to NY, wear it for the family portrait (we’re required to wear white or light colours, and I have none), and then dye it afterwards. I could use the A-line dress pattern I use for cotehardies, but make it short, so I have a cute short little flippy dress.

Like I need to add another project in right now.

But we have the linen, and the pattern, and it’s easy to make except I’d have to add a zipper in, and…

I went to the Baronial council meeting tonight. Lots of people said hello, and some asked where Ken was, which was sweet. Although it gave me flashbacks to when he would be gone to Korea for months at a time. The worst part was not knowing when he’d be back; they’d send him out for two weeks, and he’d return six weeks later. One time I went so far as to e-mail everyone before a big event and ask that if they didn’t see Ken, then he wasn't home, and please not to ask me where he was. There was a chance he wouldn’t make it home, and I knew that everybody cared, but if he didn’t come home in time, I’d be sad, and after about the third or fourth time somebody asked, I’d probably cry. I’m happy to say that nobody asked. And I had lots of roommates in my big hotel room with the big kingsized bed that weekend.

When I got home after the meeting, the phone was ringing; it was Ken. We had a nice chat about our day. He’s a little frustrated by some things at work, which frustrates me, because I can’t make them better. (“I am the Goddess of Empathy”…) He’ll be home tomorrow night and we’ll be going out to dinner with his dad.

I got a happy surprise package in the mail today: Susie Bright’s _How to Write a Dirty Story_, which I won in the Hoot Island contest. It looks good; I flipped through it and read bits. It doesn’t look as though it’ll tell me amazingly new things, but it should kick start me on some more erotica projects.

Tonight’s writing felt somewhat forced; once I got into it, it flowed, but only in fits and starts—I was easily distracted. But I managed more than 1K, and it’s decent material, and that’s what matters. I’ll easily finish Chapter 8 tomorrow.