AETW: 379
exercise: damn

One reason that I hope Ken comes home early is so we can see “Return of the King” when it opens. We’ll definitely miss “FotR” in theatres (although we’ve seen the extended version already), but maybe we’ll be able to see “TTT” beforehand. I won’t see “RotK” w/o him, though.

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I’m back in the Larry-obsessing phase of my life again. It comes in cycles, I guess. Although usually it’s _after_ concerts, not before. (Two concerts at the end of this month! And one in March! Woo hoo!)

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Cat’s taking a mental health day from work. She woke me up this morning, lying on the bed with me and making me laugh until I was awake. It felt very much like a giggly slumber party, and it was wonderful.

Eventually I stumbled out of bed, dressed, made and ate breakfast, etc. After watching some videos with her (she’d never seen “Hot for Teacher”!), I went out to run errands. I intended to be gone an hour or so, but got sucked into B&N (I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised by that). Let’s see. I picked up labels for the Gyldenholt Press at Staples, stopped in Zany Brainy for a niece present, then went to B&N to buy Kristine Kathryn Rusch’s new book, Fantasy Life, and Barbara Hambly’s latest mystery. They didn’t have the Hambly, alas. I may have misread the publication date, so I need to doublecheck that. I also picked up some holiday presents and the premiere issue of Arabella magazine, which is short romance fiction. I have a submission sitting with them right now.

After that, I swung by Michael’s to get red crochet cotton for weaving. The lines were horrendous, but I have that Misty Lackey novel on my Palm, so all was well. Finally, I went to the gardening place for weed killer, potting soil, and more herbs. I thought I hated the smell of geraniums, but obviously I’ve been sniffing the wrong kind, because rose geraniums are _lovely_. I got one of those, and an Italian oregano.

I got home and Cat was hungry, so we went out for a late lunch/early supper at the Westminster Café. Salads for both of us, plus fried zucchini for her. Back home, I potted the new herbs, typed in receipts, and now I’m going to update the Yule present list and then get a little writing done.

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I didn’t get any writing done before folks showed up for sewing. Max called, and I had to make notes of things to do, and eventually it was 6:30-ish and I’d told Cat I was heading out early to get some of my own stuff done first. She came with me and ironed her laundry while I made a tunic for one of the fire victims. I spent the rest of the evening, in between helping folks, pinning on trim, because it has a huge hem and I decided the hem needed trim. As did the square neckline. Why do I make square necklines? They’re always a pain.

The tunic’s going to look really good, though, I think.

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So I’ve been trying to write. It’s not coming easy. First I wrote myself a little letter about how I didn’t have any idea what was going to happen next. The little exercise gave me all sorts of ideas for the next few scenes. But the current scene is going slowly, and I’m rapidly fading. Irksome. Why don’t I do this in the morning? Charlie will still no doubt try to sit on my hand as she is now, forcing me to try to type one-handed (I cleaned up the typos because I love you all that much).