December 29th, 2009

sf farscape d'argo's your daddy

*Today* is a rest day.

A very busy rest day.

For anybody who feels like playing, it looks like novel_in_90 is starting up another round on january one. I will be playing: I have Grail to finish.

In a minute here I'm going to shower and dress and put the dog out and then go swim before my massage therapy appointment, and then I'm going to go over the see ashacat and netcurmudgeon and the boys. I will be delivering food and distracting children. I will probably bring my spinning, too, because young Sunil is fascinated by the spindle. I will try not to drop it on the coffee table this time. (Sorry.)

evynrude is coming too, which means I will be touching my guitar for the first time since October. Pray for my friends' ears.

Well, we'll have fun, even if we suck.

Then I get to come home and not do much of anything until tomorrow night. Maybe read. I need to read.

Post-novella ennui in five, four, three--

I'm taking the rest of the year off. That sounds so impressive when I say it that way. *g*

Meanwhile, outside the wind is howling, and it's time I got up and packed my plantation. See you on the other side.