Thanks for all the birthday wishes for Annabel and good thoughts for my mom.
Life is just so much lately. I hope it doesn't make me a terrible and callous person that I can turn off everything else and disappear into the world of my WIP for hours at a time, because that's what I just did for most of the evening. Whatever else is happening, I think I'm writing a pretty good book.
I heard back from Ex-Army Brother, who suggested I come down to CA for the first half of Mom's visit. So I'm going to talk to my boss tomorrow and make travel plans accordingly.
Sorry Laga, I should have copied the text from the announcement.
oh don't be silly, omnis. I should have remembered.
Happy birthday to Amy and to Miss Annabel!
Meanwhile - as of today, I have lost 2 stone (28lb). Go me!
Go, Fay!
Kristin, I'm glad Byron is recovering so well.
{{{Susan}}} I hope you're able to arrange the trip to your brother's. Also, being able to escape into your writing sounds like a very good thing.
Losing a stone, as a phrase, sends me to a very Swearingen place, with a lot of dirt, misery, and a patchwork of profanity. But he *passed* a stone...losing one probably wouldn't hurt so much.
Belated Happy Birthday to Stephanie!
The little bugger scooted under the bed about ten minutes ago, though, and I know he's going to want to get up on the bed in the middle of the night. I'm going to have to fish him out from under there if I don't want kitty trauma in a few hours. Fun!
Do you have a night stand or something that Byron can use as an intermediate step? That's what Teddy did when he was having his problems. (By the way, we found out the results of his latest bloodwork: Normal! He can go a month until the next round!) He'd climb onto a night stand and go from there to the bed. He'd also dig his front claws into the quilt and pull himself up that way, but nobody preferred that way.
Oh, oh, oh - small chance I might be traveling up to Seattle for work - a day or two in the next month. Please, please, please....
It's snowing again.
April 7. Typical Spring in Utah. If it only weren't so damned cold.
Thanks, guys! I'm feeling all achieve-y!
Oooh, I have had
such
a nice day! Today I have:
* had an aromatherapy massage
* helped prepare and devour delicious lunch at a friend's house
* been to the gym (albeit only for 15 minutes, but that was how much time I HAD)
* been to watch a movie
*bought a SPECTACULARLY insane pair of shoes
* eaten a delicious dinner in one of my favourite wee restaurants
* played with MAC products.
Seriously - I'm SO not kidding about the shoes. Normally I live in ballet flats. These? Are shiny red FIVE INCH HEELS.
Because in the last photo shoot for my play, I looked like Sam Gamgee's fat sister, who's working a street corner. In Rivendell, surrounded by tall, attractive elves.
Now I'm going to look like Sam Gamgee's fat prostitute sister
on stilts.
Right up until I fall over and break my ankle, at which point I'll look like Sam Gamgee's fat prostitute sister
on crutches.
Ahem.
But they ARE fantastic shoes. They're not so much shoes I can ever, you know, wear without killing myself, and they cost a scary amount, but...they ARE fantastic. I feel like a drag queen.
Oh yeah.
