Happy St. Patty’s Day! I’m wearing green undies. I like to be subtle.

Today’s Forgotten English is “pay in cats”: “to pay in cats and dogs is to pay, not in case, but in inconvenient or useless commodities”. I wonder how this relates to “raining cats and dogs”?

So we had a lovely evening last night. Maren, Lasairfhiona, and Mary Catherine and Alric came over to talk about witchy things. Somehow we talked more about sex (with frequent segues into “Buffy”), but t’was still fun. Much wine and cheese and crackers were consumed. Ken and Alric wandered out to look at the bike and were gone so long that us girls were going to head off to the hot tub, but they came back before I could get the towels. Ah well. Next time.

Today…today has been a frustrating day. Had a good adjustment and massage. My massage therapist thinks I need to come in more frequently than every other week, and I agree, but alas my insurance does not, and I want to keep going as long as I can rather than bunch all the appts together and then be done. Then I went to find more cord for my banner, because I don’t have enough, but I was thwarted. Grrr. I don’t want to waste a lot of time driving around, you know? So that’s not good.

Then I found ants in the Girl Scout cookies, and cat pee on the floor, and boy did I get all grumpy. Good thing Ken came home right about then, because I needed a hug, and he gives good hug.

I spent several hours copy editing, and wanted to spend more, because I really need to crank on this project. I stopped about half an hour before dinner guests were due to arrive, and answered a bunch of overdue e-mail re: GWW. Just too many balls in the air right now. Ack. Ackphth, even.

Meala and her husband Scott, whom we’d not yet met, came over for dinner, bearing Irish stew and bread and cookies. Extremely yummy! and we had a good time. Then more folks arrived for sewing, which proved to be another mildly frustrating experience: I needed to rearrange the clasps for my cotehardie, then discovered that I still needed to add some hooks and eyes. Meanwhile, the hood of the cloak Ken’s making me just wouldn’t hang right…

Now, it’s nearly 11 p.m. and I’m not tired. I wish I was, so I could go to bed and get up early and get stuff done. I don’t know how much energy I have to do anything now, though. We’ll see…

Oh the hell with it. Nevermind, I’m going to bed.