Words Written: I don’t want to talk about it. Go away.

Okay, here’s my list of anthology publications. I’ve also added the link above. No need to order the books from Amazon specifically, but it’s a convenient way to find everything. If anyone wants full bibliographies (which include magazines), let me know.

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So, remember when I said our heater didn’t work? Its main problem is that the thingie that’s supposed to register when it’s cold and tell the heater to turn on doesn’t work. When it gets cold, it panics and hibernates or something. Ken fixed it last time by crawling under the house with a blowdryer on an extension cord. Since then, we have to keep the thermostat set high enough that the thingie doesn’t get too cold and panic.

Which means the house is now usually too hot.

Remember when I said it was cold in my study and I became lizardlike? Be careful what you complain about. The heater register is in two rooms, one of them being my study. And I can’t block it (I should be able to, but the knob is gone). So now, I go into my study, and it’s like a sauna, and I become unhappy. (I don’t like saunas. They feel like they’re sucking the moisture out of you. Give me a steam room any day. A steam room and a waterproof book and some snacks, and see ya next week.)

Argh, I say. Argh.

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We’re trying to go to bed at a reasonable hour tonight. Hah. No, really. We’re going to Temecula for a Styx concert, and it’s several hours away, and we don’t want to hit traffic, so we’ll have to leave by early afternoon. I found out about an hour ago (e.g., about 10 p.m.) that we will, in fact, be staying with Ken’s mom tomorrow night (because Saturday night’s concert is in Hollywood, and it’s silly to drive all the way home from Temecula in the middle of the night and then turn around and drive to Hollywood). Ack. I’m so not prepared.

We did box up all the Yule decoratations today. However, we need a piece of plywood to put in the attic so the boxes don’t crash through the ceiling, and the only piece of plywood we have is too big to fit through the attic opening (which is about 20 times bigger than the original opening. I have no idea how Ken squeezed through the original opening. My breasts wouldn’t’ve fit through there.)

We did get all the empty boxes put up there, though. That’s something.

We’re just a hair's breadth away from having the whole thing finished so I can have a “Charmed”-type meditation room up there, really.

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Currently Reading: Colman, Monica Furlong; Realms of Fantasy, February 2005

Lately Listened To: um, I dunno…

Recently Watched: “CSI”, half of Jerry Maguire (we got bored. What were we missing that made it so great?)