First of all, this story about Flowers from the Heartland made me cry. People in the Midwest are sending flowers to same-sex couples getting married in San Francisco. I'd seen an email from a local list asking for volunteers to help deliver the flowers, but the article made it real for me.

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Pretty decent weekend. I'm fighting off illness and I'm afraid I might be losing. Today walking is a hard cardio workout. I finally cancelled my gym plans for the night when I took an order at work and couldn't make it through my usual spiel without getting out of breath. I'm going to boil up some water and breath deep over the steam tonight, see if I can't dislodge whatever is clogging up my lungs. Ugh.

I had headaches over the weekend. Tim's fighting off a cold, and now the cats are sneezing and have watery eyes. Poor Zanzi is snuffling, trying so hard to be able to *smell* anything. If the cats aren't improved by Wednesday, I may make vet appointments for them this weekend. I've been worrying about the kits lately, especially since it's pretty evident that they both suffer from Separation Anxiety (they both follow me around to the point where if I leave a room they'll wake up and follow me; Marzi mews almost constantly; Zanzi greets me at the door with almost panicked mrowling every day; I don't know how I'm going to leave them for a week to go to Hidden City in a month!). I buy them toys, a neato carpeted kitty condo, fresh catnip, cat grass. I can't afford much else. Poor kits.

I saw Holly (my sister) dance Saturday night at Cafe de la Paz. Fabulous show! She's a part of this really cool dance troupe, Shuvani (link off to the left there) and they're a really talented bunch. I'd never seen Holly perform flamenco before, and she's really quite wonderful. Afterwards I gave her some flowers and hugged her and she said, "Thanks for coming! I've got to motor, though -- I have another gig. We're dancing for John Cusack and some other bigwigs over at Mohammed's restaurant" (a friend of hers owns this very nice restaurant in SF that I've somehow never been to, though I've been to his house). I heard all about it the next day, and it sounded really neat. I had a moment of jealousy of course -- if I'd only kept studying dance like Holly did, I could've been the one she selected to dance with her that night. Still, as I told the nice people at my table at Cafe de la Paz when we were talking about my sister the dancer before the show, writing isn't something I'll have to quit as I get older.

Got lots done this weekend despite illness. Revised the pyro story (now titled "Immolation") and even sent it out to some kind souls who are critting it for me. Sent "Feeding Time" out to four markets (gotta love sim subs). Worked some on Flytrap submissions (haven't responded to anyone yet, though). Cleaned. Laundry. The ususal weekend productivity.

I'm almost thinking that I could actually write full time. I've been so much better about it lately that I can actually see myself doing it instead of a day job. Not that I'm even close to being financially stable enough to start this, but I think I could eventually be productive enough to warrant it.

If only Spielberg woulg give Tim a call . . . .