But a decent piece, as drabble? I thought it was.

Darn right it was, and more. I'd say it was the best kind of painful, in fact.

Ah, I'm not on the machine with my email. (Technically, I'm in bed, in fact.)

Mother's Day is my traditionally crabby day, though today was much better than last year.

I had to garden, for reasons I'm now too tired from gardening to explain.

Thanks, Perkins. Mine generally come easily, but I would have been more comfortable if this one had taken more than three minutes, considering the way I feel tonight, and the subject matter.

But I did get to play with two angelic horses today: Jake and Thomas, one Belgian and one Percheron, each slightly over 18 hands. Both bought from Amish farms, and unused to attention from people as they now get. They were purest loves, and I whispered Thomas, a Siamese cat of a horse, for about five solid minutes, and he danced in place for me and washed my forehead. They were charmers, both of them.

Plei, email replied to yours. No rush.

Sounds like a great day Deb. I love Percherons.

Mine was pretty good. I decided not to go to work, and to stay home and clean instead, so I feel like I actually accomplished something for a change, then I went to dinner with some Laistas, and watched Bend it like Beckham with Kat.

They were showing "BiLB" at the theatre in St. Helena today, and it reminds me, I must get on DVD. Want to see it something fierce.

I need to go take my nighttime meds, which are going to knock me out, which is a good thing. I'm hosting writers group tomorrow and Buffy Tuesday and I came home and prepped tomatoes and sausage and whatnot for lasagne for both. That's because I'm frellin' insane.

Saying bestest dreams to all, and keeling over.

Night Deb

Elena-- yeah, Insane!Spike was disappointing. And annoying.

Connie-- more, please! (And 'Brother Maynard'? What's that, metatextual snark?)

deb-- lovely drabble. As has been said, painful in the best way.

Plei, I liked your drabble, too. Nice example of what can be done with it.

deb - some things write themselves because the feeling is already there, inside you. That was simply beautiful.

Buffy shrugged a little and gave her an enigmatic smile. "There's a first time for everything, Faith."

Whee! Plei.

Connie-- more, please! (And 'Brother Maynard'? What's that, metatextual snark?)

I actually debated that for a few minutes, but figured anyone who recognized the name wouldn't be too thrown by it. But there will be no Holy Hand Grenades, promise.

edit: though there may be Xander-Spike snark.

anyone who recognized the name wouldn't be too thrown by it.

Probably true. I think it'll only throw the people who, like me, *half* recognise it and have to go and look it up to be sure.

there will be no Holy Hand Grenades, promise.

Oh, shame! (What about the Castle Arrrgghhh... ?)

there may be Xander-Spike snark.

Yay! Well, that's alright then. Xander-Spike snark. Heaven exists.