Sleepy. We got up at the alarm so we could go to a leather shop in Long Beach with Thorin and get the bits we needed to finish our masks. Well, of course that took forever, although two very nice customers gave us lots of advice and help. We stopped for lunch at Baja Fresh and went to the nearby Borders to look at their bargain books, as we’d heard there were some good SCA-related ones. This particular Borders wasn’t very big (by Borders standards) and we weren’t impressed. But of course it took forever. We then went to Fullerton to check out a goth shop that might have good things for us to wear to Morgana and Zan’s Edward Gorey tea party next weekend. No luck. Went into a cool costume/vintage clothing shop, but it was hot and crowded and Ken didn’t want to pay $100+ for a tux, so we left. Stopped at a comic shop and I found a copy of the trade paperback of “Dawn: Return of the Goddess”. See, years ago Teresa found the first Dawn comic and send it to me because “she’s a gorgeous busty redhead and she reminded me of you.” I’ve never been a comic fan, but I got hooked, and bought all six in the series. People gave me a Dawn poster, a little cardboard Dawn, and a Dawn t-shirt. (I found out there’s a Dawn costume contest at DragonCon each year. Someday I’m going to enter. And win, dammit.) Anyway. I recently learned there was a new series out, that had been combined into a trade paperback, and I’ve been trying to find it (along with the Dawn action figure, to see if it’s comparable size to Umberto’s action figure; if it is, I’m sending it to Anwyn to make a Rhieinwen action figure). They also have a trade paperback of the first Dawn series, but I restrained myself. I’ll splurge when I sell another short story or something. After that, we went to another Borders—bigger, but messier and again with not a great selection of bargain books. I bought a Styx CD (“At the River’s Edge”—basically, their CD from ArchAllies, with two extra songs, and not fifteen gazillion versions of bloody “Blue Collar Man”) and we bought a gift. Then we came home and collapsed. It was much, much later than we intended.

We went out and grabbed Chinese food, and brought it home and ate while watching an episode of “Monk” that I’d taped last week. We said we were going to bed, but we got sucked into the computer room. I researched baronial coronets again (Ken suggested we use the money from the journal I just copy edited to get them) and he’s researching Edward Gorey pictures for costume ideas. Oh, we stopped at Goodwill (because it’s a few stores down from the Chinese place) and he got black corderoy pants and a grey wool suit jacket, so all he really needs is black shoes and a cravat. He looked at one picture and said, “I need a top hat.” I went out of the room, and came back in a moment with mine. “Like this?” Heh. I rock. I’m going to wear my black burn-out velvet dress and Elizabethan silk shoes; I think I need a black velvet or lace shawl.

I never wrote a journal entry for yesterday, did I? Huh? Well, I went to my chiro appt., and did computer work, and did more cleaning in the study (the first cleaning, earlier this week, was more to put things in appropriate piles so I had clear workspace again. Yesterday’s cleaning was to start working through some of the piles, such as bills/important mail, and Things to Prep to Mail, and so forth). Sent out the only story that’s come back in awhile. Etc. Then I had a girly late afternoon, which involved (in no particular order) a bath, extra conditioner, depilatating shaving, reading, eyebrow plucking, and nail polishing (fingers and toes). A short while after all that was accomplished, Ken came home (yay!). I made breaded chicken cutlets, campanile pasta (which is shaped like cala lillies), and steamed broccoli, over which I spooned spagetti sauce and sprinkled parmesan. We ate and curled up and watched stuff we’d taped: Charmed, Angel, the first Birds of Prey (only I didn’t realise it was 70 min long, so we lost the last 10 min), and then an ep of Monk that was on TV. So we’re caught up for now. He brought home a ton of CDs (mostly Rush, some Scorpions, Jimmy Page, a Marillion dance mix [!!], and Sarah MacLachlan) and DVDs (Harry Potter, Excalibur, and the Return of the King cartoon) from the used place.

So, on Birds of Prey, the superhero women have their lair/hideout/staging area in the city clocktower. “If you were a superhero, where would yours be?” I asked Ken. “In a gothic cathedral,” he answered. “OOOOH! Good answer! I am so there with you. What would be your superpower?” “Driving really fast.” Oh. Today I decided mine would be that I drove men wild with lust. Could come in handy, you know, for distracting them before you beat them up or something.

Did I say we were going to bed early? Did any of you believe me? I hope not. It’s 12:30 a.m. Goodnight, ducks!