Sorry for the lack of entry yesterday, pets. I copy edited and then headed off to the LA County Fair with Tani. We wandered for a bit, ran into Karen (who recognised me from the list, but I’m not sure if I recognised her—too bad, because I liked her a lot!), and went to the concert. It once again rocked, even if the stage was 10 feet high. JY threw two pics at me and both glanced off my fingertips—he didn’t take the breeze into his calculations and I catch like a girl. I’m pretty sure Larry was trying to throw two Polaroids at me, but I missed both of those, too. (I continued after one, but when somebody grabbed my hand, I removed myself from the fray rather than get injured.) Tani, being a sweetheart beyond measure, gave me a Tommy pic because she had extras.

After I got home, I e-mailed Sarah and Ken, then talked to Ken who was up far too late, and then went to bed. No energy to write an entry.

I’ve been maudlin today. I miss Ken, I miss Sarah. And I always get down after Styx concerts. I’m not entirely sure why. Maybe I build up so much excitement beforehand that it takes awhile to come down. Maybe with all the endorphins giving me a major Stygian high at the concert itself, I can’t help but crash afterwards. I think it’s worse that I’m alone right now. At any rate, I’m forcing myself to do the stuff I have to do, and not doing much else. Sucks. I know I’ll get out of this eventually…

Today I copy edited (tired of hearing that yet?), and got a lot done; I’m on track and happy with that. I exercised, fed myself, helped multiple people sew things. I tried to get stories sent out but am still fiddling with paperwork and making market decisions. Now I have to answer lots and lots of e-mail to get caught up. I’m tired, but I really need to do that before I go to bed.

On the Good News/Bad News front, the company in Portland may want Ken to stay another week. I’m voting that he comes home for the weekend (he’s already got the flight home booked); the other possibility is that he stays and works through this weekend, and comes home earlier next week. The money is a good thing; the separation is not. I’d fly up except for this damn copy editing job. (And Crown Tourney, I suppose.) Phooh.

Also, the company may want to buy a machine from Ken’s colleague in Korea (not the one who stiffed him—the good colleague who’s trying to arrange more work for Ken). If Ken brokers the deal, he’ll get a cut, plus the company will hire him to do the install. So, keep your fingers crossed about that.