For the first time in a week, I'm not feeling stressed or anxious. This is a nice feeling.

Let's see. We finished the issue on Friday, and had champagne, so all's well. Took us all day, and it was a bear of an issue to complete, but it's over and done with.

The woman whose car I scraped got an estimate for repairs that was way beyond my present ability to pay, so I called my insurance company. They were easy to talk to, very quick and efficient. My rates will go up, since the accident was my fault, but they're going to pay the woman and take care of everything, and now I don't have to think about it or worry about it anymore, which is the important thing. As a result of all this I had an idea for a short story that involves a car accident, so I should be able to write and sell that and recoup some of the expense that way.

We're babysitting our almost-two-year-old nephew Aleister this weekend. We had him last night, which was pretty fun, and today, which has been exhausting. Heather slept in the bed with him last night, and only got about 4 hours of sleep (he kept turning around to lay sideways and kicking her in the head). I, sensibly, slept on the couch. The kid had us up at about 7 a.m., which was fine with me, but pretty brutal for Heather. She kept him entertained while I did housework, and then around 11 a.m. we took him to Children's Fairyland (the place we wrote about in our collaborative story "Broken Branches" in the Intracities chapbook). He had a blast climbing on the pirate ship, riding on the Alice-in-Wonderland merry-go-round, riding the Jolly Trolley, going down the underground slide, frightening the alpaca and goat and guinea pigs and roosters, and riding on Anansi's Web (a little ferris wheel which both delighted and terrified him). He was scared of the big dragon sculpture, but otherwise had a great time, and totally exhausted us with his non-stop running around. He made himself tired, too, so much so that he fell down trying to go on the slide for the fifteenth time, and we brought him home and put him down for a nap. Holly will be along in a few hours to pick him up. Being uncle Tim is neat, but damn, it takes a lot of energy.