This morning we went out and bought a cabinet for the garage, for SCA stuff. Eventually we’ll be building a full wardrobe out there, but that’s a bit down the line timewise. But, we need to get the rest of our SCA stuff out of the library so Cat has more room, and what we had in the garage (open shelving) was inadequate.

I tried to get my prescription filled, but Blue Cross has screwed up _again_. No wonder my blood pressure is up.

Then we headed north and had lunch with Donna, Lori, and Gillian (Daily Grill—I had a reasonable Cobb salad and Ken had an ahi salad niçoise). Afterwards, we hung out at Gillian’s and read some of Dennis De Young’s wife’s “romance novel” out loud. It’s a vanity-press published novel, riddled with clichés, typos, logic errors, jolting flashbacks…you name the bad writing, this book has it. Lori had to leave in mid-afternoon, but the rest of us kept reading, until suddenly it was after 5. So the rest of us went out to supper at Killer Shrimp, where we stuffed ourselves silly. I do love Killer Shrimp. I wish there was one down here.

Donna, being wonderful, gave me a Slaves of New Brunswick t-shirt! Only serious Styx geeks will appreciate that. She also gave me two Styxcon t-shirts, and gave us a holiday present of two gorgeous candleholders. She totally rocks.

When we got home, I spent some time catching up with Cat. Her band’s concert this weekend went fabulously well, and I’m sorry I missed it. (Forever Twelve, www.forevertwelve.com) I’m tempted to go with her and the rest of the band to the Baja Prog Rock festival in Baja California in early March. Be a proper groupie, and all that.

Anyway, then I helped Ken put together the cabinet, and I put some of my stuff away. However, a lot of it needs proper containers (such as the pirate stuff—we need it only once a year, so it should be in its own box that we can tuck away and then pull out in August), so the project is far from complete. I did put a variety of things in a “get rid of” box—for raffles, or just freebies.

Now it’s just after 11 p.m., and I’m sleepy. I’d love to watch something, but we should probably get to bed by midnight. We have a meeting with our financial guy (who is also our insurance guy, who’s going to get yet another earful about Blue Cross) in the morning, and then I have a chiro appt, and then we’ll go to Costco and Fry’s. In the afternoon we may go to the mall—grudgingly, we both have things we need to buy. I hate shopping. Although if I find my ultimate shoes, I’ll get over it.

Meanwhile, I’m behind on e-mail, and a new journal to copy edit has just arrived, and I have to install In Design and start the GP. And, gods know, I need to write. I’m starting to get all twitchy because I haven’t been writing.