Got up a little late today due to the fact that Ken _didn’t_ call soon, and, in fact, didn’t call until after 3 a.m. Yes, he was working that late. But I was lying awake stressing anyway, because that’s apparently just what I do. So I called Ceridwen at 11 to let her know that I was on my way, and it turned out that Rowen had the day off and they were going out to bkfst, so I met them there, and they were wonderful and paid for my food. They so rock.

I now have a pattern for a Turkish coat, and since I have the fabric for it, it’ll be easy to cut out and put together. (Although I’m going to do buttons. Eh.) I’ll still need to make the under-coat and the pants, though. I also have a pattern for a Viking dress. Now I want to go through all my fabric and see if I can make more of these outfits. Like I don’t have enough sewing projects.

Then I went food shopping, paid a homeless guy $5 to wash my windows (and he did a damn fine job, too, I might add), and picked up food for tonight (nachos and homemade guacamole). I forgot to compensate for dinner tomorrow night, because I had it in my head that we’d be gone all weekend. Oh well. We’ll deal.

Well, I was going to do some writing until Maren showed up, but Ken’s mom showed up, so we hung out for a bit. She cut out some pants to sew, and I fiddled with my new patterns, etc. Then Maren arrived, and we ordered pizza (because, poor dear, she had root canal surgery today—send healing thoughts her way, please—and couldn’t eat crunchy nachos), and watched Neverwhere and fixed Combat Booklets. I used to be able to handwrite for hours and hours (and I did, oh, I did), and now writing a few numbers gives me a cramp. Sad.

She’s headed off home now, and I’m tremendously sleepy, so I’ll be off to bed soon. Hopefully Ken will call at a decent hour. I need to get up at a reasonable hour tomorrow, to copy edit, and to make final changes to the Gate Booklet so I can take it to the copy shop. Then I pick up Ken, pack for Collegium, and finish a few other small things before Meg arrives and we head out.

All of this is theoretical, of course, given how my life is apt to change without notice.