It's Cold. And There Are Wolves
October 5
Joys and felicities to you!
I stayed home from work today. I had a trembling stomach and didn't feel so great and, while I could have managed to go to work, it was a gray dark day and I couldn't bear the thought of getting up and driving to work when I felt icksome, so I didn't. I stayed in bed with Heather for a while, and in the afternoon I went to the sandwich shop and got us lunch. Otherwise, I haven't left the house all day. My stomach is still of an uncertain temperament, but I think I'll survive.
We got rid of the falling-apart couch and the hideous Chair of Poking, so there's tons more room in the house. And we've been gradually re-organizing the living room since yesterday, moving couches and tables, re-creating the space. It's nice.
Today I put together a chapbook of speculative poetry to submit around, to enter in contests and so forth. I think it's pretty good. It took me a while to choose the poems and decide what order to put them in, but it's done now. Heather's going to look over it tomorrow, proofread it for me, see what she thinks of the order I chose. She also helped me come up with the title (we finally settled on If There Were Wolves, one of her suggestions). I feel modestly productive. And this past week I've been writing a little every day... that stuff is going well.
We've started a prolonged Buffyfest! Heather and I have acquired, through arcane methods, three of the season three videotapes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, released only in Europe, not in the U.S. These are not taped off of television with the commercials crudely sliced out-- oh, no. These are genuine packaged realer-than-real videos from The Continent, where Buffy is sensibly released, an entire season at a time, instead of the stupid 6-episode "thematic" collections that are available in the U.S. Heather's seen most of these episodes, but I haven't seen any of them, so I'm swimming in Buffylicious delight. I won't sing the praises of the show overmuch, but... good show. Good fiction. Good stuff.
That's all the report, really. This is Frugality Fest weekend-- we're having our weekly date here at home, cooking a Thai meal together tomorrow night. Tomorrow day I'm going to try to get a good chunk of work done.... wish me luck. I need to read After Age by Yvonne Navarro, to see if I want to review it. I should be quite occupied for the next couple days, but I'll probably write more here at some point.
Oh, regarding my missing cousin-- she turned up. The actual details are sordid and ultimately just depressing, so I won't go into them. But she's alive... I wish I could say "she's as well as can be expected for a runaway with substance abuse problems," but in truth she's in even more trouble than that would suggest... it's just depressing. Bleah.
