Heheheh. Fay gives good Dru. Very very very good Dru.

One small correction - I think mooncalf is one word.

Deb, have you read Fay's other Dru pieces? The Prague series, especially? They're swoon-worthy.

I'll pimp her fic to you -- they're found here. Again, read the Prague series. And then the rest of her fic. Lovely, lovely, lovely.

Marked.

I can do Dru, but not nearly that well, and only in short spurts; for some reason, Darla is far more comprehensible to me. She has certain qualities that echo some of the archetypal bored power women in some of my favourite lit - Morgause in The Once & Future King comes to mind.

Steph, how's your back this morning?

Oh, I decided to fiddle with the meds -- last week my doc prescribed vicodin, which I was taking with oral steroids. As the steroid dose decreased, I started getting itchy and rashy from the vicodin, so I stopped taking the vicodin and switched to Tylenol 3. I have concluded that Tylenol 3 doesn't do dick for my pain.

I'm back on a much higher dose of oral steroids, so in the middle of the night last night I went back to the vicodin. No itchiness as of yet.

As for my back, it doesn't hurt quite as badly as yesterday, but it's still hurty -- although that's a given. It always hurts. But I think I can manage the grocery store today.

Oh, and I really want to write "Redux" from Faith's POV -- "Redux Redone," if you will -- but these drugs just cloud my brain so badly. I have to wait for a window of unfogginess and write like the wind.

Steph, get this: allergic to ibuprofen. Allergic to demerol (found out the hard way). Allergic to both coke and pot (retired rocker, how sorry-ased is that?) And vicodin might as well be a Snickers bar: no effect on me at all.

OTOH, a 5-mg valium knocks me unconscious for nine hours.

You watch your back. I'm watching your back. Be careful out there (Nic has a bad SI joint, so we know from bad backs)....

blush.

Thank you! And thanks for the catch on mooncalf.

Mooncalf. It's one of my favourites, up there with "cream-faced loon".

I wish there was any way this side of intolerable pretension to call someone a poltroon, but I can't see it happening in this lifetime.

See, I say: embrace the pretention. "Poltroon" is a good word. There are lots of dusty good words languishing unloved, just waiting to be embraced and brought gently back out to play. It's okay if people think you're being eccentric. They'll deal. I went through a period of saying "Egad" a lot, and it still crops up sometimes. And I think "Lawks" is a criminally underused expletive.

(But then, I also swear far too much, say "fuck" far far more often than I do it, and have incorporated the word "cunt" into my "not-that-offensive" mental catagory of curses. My language use is, perhaps, not wholly normal.)