Oh, smonster, that must be so hard to hear. I can't even imagine.

I'm trying to decide if wearing them to the signings I have to do is cool or totally uberdork.

I have nearly taught my dog Frankie the command "Relax." It goes Sit, Down, Relax (roll over on back).

That's brilliant!

He and his wife and baby are homeless right now. He's working and she's trying to collect unemployment, but it hasn't started yet. Even the shelters are overflowing, sadly but unsurprisingly.

Damn, this is heartbreaking.

I'm trying to decide if wearing them to the signings I have to do is cool or totally uberdork.

At this point, uberdorkiness becomes cool.

The flaming angels inspired people! Excellent! I paused for lunch, and now am reinvigorated to do yet more closet-purging. What stuff have you found in your closets that you're appalled you still have?

I have two pairs of Rocket Dog shoes that are so cute it hurts me that they're just a few centimeters too short for me to wear. Anyone want black canvas slip-ons with silver skulls on them, that are just a bit smaller than their alleged size 10?

Ooh, my closet purging item that made me laugh out loud was my corporate inspirational inventory control shirt from 1994. "KOGO: Make it so." Bwahaha. My bosses were such geeks. I kept it, but I put it in a box of keeping for sentimental reasons only.

Closet culling! Right, that's one of the things I was planning on doing today. There's a Time Traveler's Rummage Sale in two weeks, and I'm vending at it. Clear out the closet and make Bags of Mystery!

Over the last four months, my closet became the Official Dumping Ground for almost everything. It's going to take, like, two days to cull and organize, so I'm waiting till I get the revisions done. I figure at that point I can switch out summer-to-fall, too.

I've found an ancient spiral notebook containing an unpublished, unfinished fanfic for The Sentinel. It was a pretty good preslash casefic. Oh, and here's another one, where Blair and Mulder are old friends. Doubt I'll ever finish writing them now.

I may be able to swing lunch or something in Seattle on the 17th.

It all depends on how our Kitchen Destruction and Reconstruction is going.

And I can put a date to this notebook, because on the last page are the notes I made during my interview for my current job! December 1999.

I wonder if all the slash fic was already written in here when I was carrying it to my desperately important interview for the best job of my life? Yeah, probably.

I found an old notebook but haven't opened it yet. Hmm...oh, it's a prayer journal. Huh. Guess I fell off that habit over the summer.

But! I finished the flylady "weekly home blessing hour," which, yeah, really hate that name, and had to cranky at her some while listening to the audio talk-through, but! I finished. And it's nice.

So, lunch break, which will likely involve some catching up on Who, and then tackling the office. It smells cleaner, anyway, after having been swept and mopped. I'll need to do it all again once I clear the detritus from the edges, but flylady assured me I only had to do the middles for right now.

I went to Target. It doesn't seem like much of an accomplishment for 3pm, but I guess I'll take it.