Wait, this surprises you?

Kinda-sorta-not really. I mean, I *knew*, but it's still a little bit shocking. I have an enormous suitcase, and it's stuffed.

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list are good. so is a cute Jilli. so is too much wine at the fire pit of good friends.

Sounds divine. I am ticking things off of the list.

My guest room / office is still functioning partially as a vortex unfortunately. I need to craigslist some things out of there. Like an extra desk, office chair and a set of five eight-foot long glass shelves. Little stuff...

Off to vacuum the vortex, make the bed and call that room done.

Ticking things off a list is very nice. Not wine in front of a fire nice, but nice.

Okay, mostly packed. I am agog at how jam-packed my suitcase is; apparently two fancy dresses and full petticoats take up a lot of space.

I blame myself. At least a little.

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You are very very sweet.

Cute women mustn't go around thinking they're not cute. It's not right.

This next chapter is called:

In which, if it were to summarize the prodigious revelations of which it speaks, the title would have to be as long as the chapter itself, contrary to usage.

Even though Colbert already spoiled me, this seems like a good place to end and go to bed.

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Okay, I just finished the cue for flak tearing through a biplane and mostly missing with a few dead metal thunks. That's enough for tonight. I've got the first maybe 30% of the show built. That's a good jump on the day, I can make the rest of the cues while we are teching tomorrow.

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I blame myself. At least a little.

Pish! And tosh! You are very kindly letting me stay at your place; packing dress-up clothes is the least I could do.

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It was only a teeny tiny bit of blame. Mostly I am looking forward to dressing up and having fun.

Though I should add brushing the cats for about an hour each to The List as they are shed monsters currently.

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Okay, done. Tired. Sore.

Clean house pretty.

Really pretty.

To do tomorrow:

• Finish vacuuming cat. Um, couch. That was Freudian, Ima leave it since vacuuming the small couch is entirely due to Puppycat snuggling it.
• Likely convince Puppycat to come down from her "Oh noes the human is vacuuming which is evil" perch on top of the kitchen cabinets. She's there now.
• Sort ungodly amounts of mail into trash, file, shred and "do something" piles.
• Run random out-of-house errands.
• Pick up Jilli at train.
• Get pretty.

Now for a seriously hot shower and likely snoozing...

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Robert, who is still deathly ill, has decided that the way to prepare for leaving tomorrow for a month in the States is to...calibrate the surround sound on the home theater.

I guess it's a coping mechanism, but I sort of wish he'd pack. Or at least bring the suitcases up from the basement. Or do something quieter that didn't prevent me from going into the living room.

And tragedy struck today! Mal was hustling after me and went off the edge of the sidewalk, landing on his face. Of the huge amounts of clover he could've landed in, he instead landed on the one marble flagstone. He split his lip, blood everywhere, all over my white shirt - it was horrible.

After I got him cleaned up and assessed the damage, we stopped in at a little store, and the lady gave him an ice cream stick for free, so there's that.

I feel awful, though - first major damage, and his poor little lip is so swollen.

ETA: And I'll try to post haircut photos. It's jaw-length, and pretty much all one length, so it's still the Wild Mane but shorter.

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Oh, poor little Mal. Raq, that's so hard when they get hurt like that, when they're so little.

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Poor Mal. And poor Raq too. Kids are resilient little things but it's so rough to see them after they've been a bit banged up. I hope the swolled lip goes down quickly.

I could be really productive right now and vacuum the couch. Instead I am ripping Harry Potter books into iTunes and watching racing from England.

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