I'm currently weirding myself out by realizing that I'm just about the same age as Lorelei Gilmore in the first season of Gilmore Girls. When the show originally aired, I was just a little older than Rory. (Although, now that I look it up, I see that it actually premiered in 2000. I was sure it was 1998. So, OK, I was 19 when it started, not 17 like I thought.)

At least that's less obscure than my last weirdout: made a "Number Five is alive!" comment to the lifeguards regarding the new pool vacuum (seriously, looks like one) and while the more senior guard immediately got it, took the younger one a bit. At which point we realized she wasn't alive when Short Circuit came out. And I'm only a year younger than her mom...

I had the furnace guy out and under the house last month. So the thing turns on. But I'm not sure it turns off unless I turn it way down. Which is a working method.

I am trying my best to be a good Big Bang artist. But if I've already drawn more than the minimum (minimum for the mini bang is one 500x500 picture), it's a little pushy of the author to be all "didn't you say you would...." no matter how subtly she does it. Becaucse I never said I would. *She* said she'd like it if I did.

Anyway, she has a title card, two section separators, and two illustrated scenes. It might be time for me to pay attention to my other author, who wrote a big bang, and therefore I owe her more (she only has a title card, an illustrated scene, and a text separator. She's supposed to get twice the art. At least I have until November for her.

I just got deluged by a barrage of text messages. Colin's making a brief LA stop before a month or so in Halifax, so his GF invited me over to see them. 45 seconds later, Colin invites me over to see them, and in the ten minutes of texting, none of us work out that these are two independent conversations.

Anyway, Once my head clears up, maybe I'll go over today. That will leave tomorrow clear for job searching and drawing.

For now, hydrate more, and find a good reference pic for two men waltzing.

I hope you get to send time with them.

New plate permanently mounted on the birdfeeder.

Cats are already perching on radiators even though they're not on....

I want to see the Bowie exhibit again. I'm hoping that it will come to the EMP.

Colin's making a brief LA stop before a month or so in Halifax,

So wise that he comes here for the dark and rainy season.

Are you getting gentrified?

We are already gentrified, but this feels like a new level.

Tummy is better. And I am still working. Sheesh.

I am going to be more clear this week about how much work they can give me at any given time. Tim pointed out -- like many of alla y'all did -- that the kindly AMA folks probably keep piling the work on *because* I haven't told them to back off, and they just think "Hey, she's a workhorse! She can handle this!" So I'll let them know I can't handle as much as they're giving me. I just want them to know I'm responsible, a team player, whatever the current business jargon is to describe a team player. Because I am. I'm just not superhuman.

That is sensible, Teppy, and it's what they would want to learn. They don't want to burn you out, after all.

So far I have: gone running with my niece, done two loads of laundry, determined the skunk is yes, still underneath the shed, and made a pot of cassoulet for the week. Oh, and I bought an extension cord so now my OVEN WORKS! YAY. Which means I can bake again!

Although not today; it's not as hot as yesterday, but it's still warm. But yay, baking!

I may set up the bread machine to make some banana bread in a few minutes. After I clean the bathroom.

Later I will get my nails done, and maybe get some wine at the BevMo sale; I have rather a lot of "good" wine ($20-28/bottle) but not so much "weeknight" wine (under $14/bottle). And a cheap lamp at Target or something so I have more light in the living room...