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First, apologies to everyone on my flist: I'm not ignoring you. I'm playing catchup as best I can.
For those who don't know, life has got significantly complex for me in the past couple weeks. Between Mitch's constant (or near-constant) traveling, I have left myself but one day each week to have nothing planned, and that's Sunday. I work Tues-Wed-Fri-Sat, and on my two weekdays "off" I volunteer in Hannah's classroom (Mondays) and help out at the massage school (Thursdays). Is it any wonder [queue David Bowie's Fame on that one) I am up till 1 or 2 every morning just to catch up with everything else?
Debates. Yes, I've been watching. I can't say more than some of the rest of you have said, so I'll give it a rest. I don't feel like being political today, but I'll just say that Bush looked like a chimpanzee on too many antidepressants. My daughter, who was born in China, wants to see that measure in the senate pass that won't require you to have been born on American soil to run for president. She wants to. And you know what? She'd be a damn good pres.
Baseball. Red Sox are doing fine, but I haven't had much time or inclination to turn on the TV for them or anyone else (except politics).
Work. Picking up, I have new clients and I've been busy busy busy. Massaged to Yoko Kanno/Seat Belts this morning, that was cool.
Weather. Has sucked.
Teaching. Is going very well, I'm having fun working with Lisa again and I'm reminded that we're a very good balance working together. She's a Leo and I'm a Scorpio and we do well with one another. Someone once compared our teaching duo to a planet and a satellite. I liked that.
Roleplay. It's crack. What can I say. Now I have to write Spike backstory and Sirius frontstory (futurestory?) to keep things moving along. I get irritated with myself when I let plotlines just drop because I'm too busy.
Fanfiction. Yikes! I owe, I owe, to my beta-ee Lorraine. This weekend, I promise. And it's new story submission weekend on the Quill so there will be more. And yes,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
themorningstarr, I promise I will finish Ferret Day before Hell freezes over. I have half a chapter left.
Real Life. Grrrr. We're waiting for a call from my mother-in-law, who took my father-in-law to the hospital. I don't want to do a whole lot of inappropriate griping here, but message to Molly: get a freakin' grip. You are 82 years old. Bob is 86 years old. He's immobile. He does not belong at home with you. He needs full-time, round-the-clock nursing care. You are not qualified. You must stop fucking around with his medications on a whim. Stop playing God.
Real Life Part 2. Mitch got home Thursday night; he's off again Monday and back Thursday night. My sister Jen arrives Thursday night. He's going to hang out at the airport and pick her up so I don't have to drive over there. Hallelujah.
Sting/Annie Lennox. They were still awesome.
Note to Kerry Staffers. I would love to volunteer. Don't ask me to do it on Saturdays. I work.
( Why I adore Jason Carter, Reason #4390875024987509348 )
That is all. If anyone's waiting on anything from me, will you drop me a note here and remind me? I'm dreadfully afraid I've forgotten about something important. Diolch yn fawr.
For those who don't know, life has got significantly complex for me in the past couple weeks. Between Mitch's constant (or near-constant) traveling, I have left myself but one day each week to have nothing planned, and that's Sunday. I work Tues-Wed-Fri-Sat, and on my two weekdays "off" I volunteer in Hannah's classroom (Mondays) and help out at the massage school (Thursdays). Is it any wonder [queue David Bowie's Fame on that one) I am up till 1 or 2 every morning just to catch up with everything else?
Debates. Yes, I've been watching. I can't say more than some of the rest of you have said, so I'll give it a rest. I don't feel like being political today, but I'll just say that Bush looked like a chimpanzee on too many antidepressants. My daughter, who was born in China, wants to see that measure in the senate pass that won't require you to have been born on American soil to run for president. She wants to. And you know what? She'd be a damn good pres.
Baseball. Red Sox are doing fine, but I haven't had much time or inclination to turn on the TV for them or anyone else (except politics).
Work. Picking up, I have new clients and I've been busy busy busy. Massaged to Yoko Kanno/Seat Belts this morning, that was cool.
Weather. Has sucked.
Teaching. Is going very well, I'm having fun working with Lisa again and I'm reminded that we're a very good balance working together. She's a Leo and I'm a Scorpio and we do well with one another. Someone once compared our teaching duo to a planet and a satellite. I liked that.
Roleplay. It's crack. What can I say. Now I have to write Spike backstory and Sirius frontstory (futurestory?) to keep things moving along. I get irritated with myself when I let plotlines just drop because I'm too busy.
Fanfiction. Yikes! I owe, I owe, to my beta-ee Lorraine. This weekend, I promise. And it's new story submission weekend on the Quill so there will be more. And yes,
themorningstarr, I promise I will finish Ferret Day before Hell freezes over. I have half a chapter left.Real Life. Grrrr. We're waiting for a call from my mother-in-law, who took my father-in-law to the hospital. I don't want to do a whole lot of inappropriate griping here, but message to Molly: get a freakin' grip. You are 82 years old. Bob is 86 years old. He's immobile. He does not belong at home with you. He needs full-time, round-the-clock nursing care. You are not qualified. You must stop fucking around with his medications on a whim. Stop playing God.
Real Life Part 2. Mitch got home Thursday night; he's off again Monday and back Thursday night. My sister Jen arrives Thursday night. He's going to hang out at the airport and pick her up so I don't have to drive over there. Hallelujah.
Sting/Annie Lennox. They were still awesome.
Note to Kerry Staffers. I would love to volunteer. Don't ask me to do it on Saturdays. I work.
( Why I adore Jason Carter, Reason #4390875024987509348 )
That is all. If anyone's waiting on anything from me, will you drop me a note here and remind me? I'm dreadfully afraid I've forgotten about something important. Diolch yn fawr.
