For a little cheer at the end of bad week, I offer Steven Brust's bit of flash fiction, which he refers to as 46% of a drabble.

Makes Sense

“But why?” she said. “Why? I can see you’re attracted to me, and I’ve been throwing myself at your head. Why won’t you kiss me?”

“You don’t want me, baby,” he said. “I’m bad news. I’ll just hurt you.”

“Oh,” she said. “Good reason. Okay. Bye.”

Timelies all!

Eating lunch in the ExCel Center. Somehow I have ended up eating a variation of a cheese sandwich everyday.

Hilariously, I was in bed and asleep before midnight last night.

We just swapped out! I now remember why I stopped staying up late -- it's not about staying up, but now I've slept til 10, so will have a hard time going to bed early tonight/waking up early tomorrow/etc.

Day-um. I slept for 9.5 hours last night. Haven't done that in a while. Like, a 35 years while.

Sounds good to me, Calli!

When I do oversleep -- which isn't often -- it feels like I get my best quality sleep between 6-8 AM, which is just WRONG.

It was great. But now my sense of time is way off. It feels like 9:30 local time, but really it's nearly 11:30. Luckily I have no time-sensitive tasks today. Just getting in a walk, taking the cat out for a bit, and trying these odd gourd things in a zucchini bread recipe.

My neighbor is very lucky I took a break from vacuuming. I therefore could hear him yelling for me.

He'd accidentally locked himself out on his deck, but the second floor balcony was unlocked, so I could go out on mine and into his house to let him in.

He's now off to Ace to make spare keys for me and Teresa ( neighbor on the other side.)

Good neighbor!

This reminds me of locking myself out of my house when I was 8 months prego with Brendon. When I got out of the shower I noticed that there was a dead animal on the outside patio and I wanted to get a paint bucket and brick to cover it until DH could get home to deal with it, and so the dog would not get into it. I wrapped a huge towel around myself and went out to take care of it, and found I had locked myself out.

I knew the neighbor across the street very well, but not so much the one next door. So I watched carefully for no traffic in sight and dashed across the street. They weren't home!!! So I as discretely as possible dashed across again to the neighbor next door. (Mary Hartman! and her DH Warren) Mary was working, but Warren answered and called my friend that had a key to the house for me.

A few weeks later I ran into the son and his father had told the family about the incident, but he never mentioned that I was clad only in a towel. I thought that was just so sweet and gentlemanly of him.