Blessed full moon!

I was so tired last night that I couldn’t do math. I was convinced that I had to get up at 8 a.m. to have an hour to get ready to leave at 10 for my chiro appt. I didn’t realise my mistake until I’d been up for an hour this morning. Oh well, I got stuff done in the interim.

My chiro appt was delicious. My back and neck have been all tensed and painful. The massage chair found some tender spots, and the massage therapist worked on those. When Doc walked in and asked how I was doing, I said, “I’m full of stress and in a lot of pain. How’re you?” so he proceeded to beat me up. He made my neck do the zipper noise, whereupon I made a noise not unlike one I make during sex and said, “Thank you.” Ooh baby, I can move my neck again! Scrummy.

Then I went to B&N, where I was angered to learn that not only did they not have the new Kris Nelscott book, but they didn’t intend to carry it. Fools. I ordered it, and picked up an APA manual for copy editing and a book for a friend’s birthday, and cards. Also got a headset for the phone at Staples, but Ken couldn’t hear me talking into it when he called, so I’ll return it and try a better one. I also got a GWW poster to the printers and ordered a new purse at the Relax the Back store (they didn’t have what I want in black).

Been working on the Gate Booklet for most of the day. It’s essentially done; a few minor things to enter, then print for a proofreading, add the TOC, fix the cover, and toss in some clip art. It’s not the prettiest thing I’ve ever designed, but it’s not bad.

By 7 p.m. I was ragingly hungry, and what I wanted was a BLT, so we went to the nearby Westminster Café. I really _was_ hungry, it turned out, because I had clam chowder, a small salad, a BLAT, and onion rings. We came back and watched “Firefly”, the new Joss Whedon show (missed the first 15 minutes, so hard to form an opinion. A bit of snappy dialogue, but nothing else really stood out.) and “John Doe”, which was kind of interesting. I finished handsewing on my dress for tomorrow and found all the accoutrements. Just have to go through my basket and make sure everything’s there; tomorrow morning I’ll throw stuff in the ice chest and we’ll load the car. I’m feeling calmer than I have in a week. I’m still buried under mounds of stuff, but I’m ready for _tomorrow_.

You know, on the plus side, despite how worn down I’ve been, I haven’t gotten sick. I thought I was coming down with a cold in VA—and Fiona did, which I thought would clinch it—but in the end I didn’t. So, huzzah for my immune system. (I was looking through last year’s journal last week and was astonished to see how often I was sick, either with a sinus headache or a cold, not to mention the weeks of pox.)

Bed soon, so I’ll post this early for once. Who knows, tomorrow this journal could be coming to you Live from the Princess of Caid. Be afraid, be very afraid…