Whew. Am home, and was afraid the bad would be compounded by me having forgotten to close my garage door (I keep forgetting, because at my apartment building, it closed automatically, and at the house it doesn't). But I didn't! So nobody had snuck in and stolen all my stuff.

Unless the bridesmaid's dress got delivered and someone stole that. Cause it's not here yet, and apparently they all got to Chicago yesterday...and there's not a "come pick up your package" either. Hrm...

But am home, watching TV, drinking a beer. Trying to relax. Yeah.

Shanie is definitely a cutie. He makes me smile.

In utterly sparkley news, I met Johnny Weir tonight. It was a fundraiser for AIDS Walk NY where he was the guest of honor. We spoke for a couple of minutes about the program he debuted last week.

He was as charming and gracious and individual with person after person all night. He is easily every bit as engaging as Frank Iero in these situations -- and that is not a compliment I bestow lightly.

The good news, moving company called and said my stuff will be delivered Saturday instead of Monday! Woot! Bad news, utilities won't get turned on until Monday & Tuesday. Ah well. Tomorrow I sign lease on new apartment, get keys, and map out where all the furniture will go. Now I just need to find that little pad of paper where I wrote down the measurements of everything. Dang it, I knew I should have put it in the computer.

Also, brain is still flying at 75 MPH, and still confused of which time zone I am in and what time it really is. My internal clock is strange like that. Not sure if it's "car lag" or something. I suppose if my brain was normal, it wouldn't be me, right?

I get car lag. That was a long haul of a trip, so it`s to be expected I think.

Oh, and no, I`ve never been to El Morro. Meant to but haven`t.

I wake up to a 'hung Parliament' (I knew the Brits could do it). Unfortunately it's slightly in the Conservatives' favour, and the Lib Dems lost seats rather than gaining. I am bemused. And tired.

Yay for being near home, omnis!

DCJ, hope the leg's better soon. That doesn't sound good.

Oh, thanks guys, but I'm really fine. I hardly knew (virtually) his little brother, and mostly feel sorry for the brother I know and his family. All of us in the different global time zones are now trying to catch one another during hours on which we're all awake to see about the flowers and such. If anyone here have recommendations (which flowers, etc, or other stuff: I was thinking of food deliveries. Too much? Inappropriate?).

I'm just trying to find ways to see if there's anything we can do that will make this time easier on them. But the brackets aren't really necessary.

However, if someone could tell my abusive subconscious stop torturing me and stop sending me dreams on which Lou is still alive (despite everything. Every dream we're glad to see he still made it through/he's still sick, but with us). I'm waking up from this in the morning and cry. Third dream in past 5 days.

Tea:

DCJ, leg~ma, pronto. Is that really supposed to hurt so much? Is there a second opinion available?

Shane: Oh, Lord. The cuteness. Ladies, you've made one hell of a forceful cute thing. Quick, put it on DCJ's leg. I'm sure it'll fix it in no time.

I'm waking up from this in the morning and cry. Third dream in past 5 days.

That's a powerfully painful onslaught of dreams. I've had them about my dad, and about my sweet cat, Pachisi, who has been gone for 12 years. I'm sorry you are suffering this way.