ALNM: 0
exercise: none (don’t remember, really)

Ever wonder what it used to be like before computers? I had that sort of day yesterday. The G4 needed a tune-up, so we ran some diagnostic tools that took ALL DAY. I read e-mail in the morning and that was it. The rest of the day consisted of me wandering into the study, looking at the numbers sloooowly clunking away, and mournfully wandering out again. All the folks coming over for the Beltaine celebration panicked because I wasn’t answering their e-mails. Sorry, all.

So I read, both fiction and nonfiction, including a book on Victorian rooms so I have some details to add to BH. I did the newspaper crossword (and finished the whole thing. In ink. Thankyouverymuch.) We ran a few more errands. I straightened the living room, made dinner. In some ways, it was rather pleasant. In others, it was immensely frustrating. I had a scary amount of e-mail to plow through this morning, and let’s not talk about how grumpy I am that three days into May, I haven’t hit my writing goals.

But, nature is weird and freaky, and we had a storm last night. Yeah. In May. I’m expecting a plague of locusts next, because this sort of weather is truly bizarre. Anyway, they cancelled the main SCA event today because the park would have been a marsh—which gives us a free day, as it were. Chris may come over for some sewing, and Ken wants to finish making a pair of fighting pants, and I have any number of sewing-ish projects to work on. I’ll get some writing done too, though. Gotta.

I sold another story! “Frozen” will appear in the erotica anthology Dyke the Halls. And I got my cheque for Sacred Exchange.

I warped my inkle loom Thursday night, only to discover that the pattern in the book was wrong. Ack. So I ripped half of it off and re-warped it yesterday. Now I can start weaving my protégé belt.

Back again. I’ve caught up (mostly) on e-mail, paid bills, done some weaving, helped Chris with her cotehardie pattern, and started dinner (salmon, lemon-horseradish new potatoes, and asparagus. I know, I know, where’s the pod?). Scrubbed bathroom floors. Called my sister to wish her a belated happy birthday, but she wasn’t home.