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And that is why no new chapter of FAA.  Sorry.  I'll try to make the time; the chapter is all ready to go; not that I'm entirely happy with it, but I never really am.

So, the stuff.

I spent Saturday morning running errands, then around noon I went into the storage unit and got out my boxes of Spring and Summer clothes, so I could put the heaviest winter clothes away.  I took out 2 boxes, and put 3 boxes away so far - by the time the weather is consistantly warm and I can put more things in storage, it will be at least one more.  I'm not sure if this is because the move to a slightly colder climate has resulted in my buying more bulky clothes, so that there aren't necessarily so many more clothes, or if I just did hella lot of shopping this winter.  Somewhere in the middle I expect.  Then, it turned out that just about everything in storage needed to be ironed/dry cleaned/washed.

The 'rents came home Saturday evening.  When they called at 4:30 to say they were waiting for the parking attendant to get the car for them, and that they were picking up dinner on the way, I had the dining room table and the big couch both piled with ironing.  Anyone who has ever lived with me or seen my home space will tell you that I tend to spread out across any and all available surfaces, given the time and opportunity.  So, there was some last minute straightening involved, and some frantic ironing. I figure I ironed for about 4 hours all together, and there are still a few things on the table.

Sunday I took Mom into NYC to see Mama Mia for Mother's Day.  Yeah, I know Mother's Day is next Sunday, but my Dad wants to be there for actuall Mother's Day...Except, you know, not at a musical, or anywhere near New York.  So, we went yesterday; ate lunch, walked around Saks for a little while, and saw the show.  Then we headed straight home, because she'd been out of her kitchen all week and she really wanted to make dinner, rather than being treated to another NYC restaurant meal.  Yeah, I know she'd weird.

And, that's all the stuff.

Saturday I had some of the girls over for dinner.  This involved, among other things, the making of a cheesecake from scratch. I even made chocolate ganache to put on top. Go me!  I did dessert and appetizers and a salad to go with dinner, Celeah made a lasagna as the main course. Then we all watched 'Arsenic and Old Lace', which is just one of the best comedies ever made.  A good time was had by all.

Sunday I caught up on the week's TV, and washed the kitchen floor.  I still can't figure out if the black spots on the floor were from the chocolate graham cracker crust, or from someone dragging mud in on their shoes.  Maybe a little of both?

And, as of  this weekend it's official: my sewing machine is busted; I have to order a new one, and rush to finish my costume at the last minute.  I thought about just buying a costume, but then I'd still have no sewing machine, so I'm going to continue the DIY Halloween Route.

That's about all that happened this weekend, other than the pre-dinner grocery shopping with roomie1, which was just grocery shopping - although it very awesomely included a ride to and from the store.  

Latah! 

It's Friday again!  Things are better.  I took a very-much needed mental health day yesterday, when I did important things like giving the cat a bath, and mowing the lawn, and changing the locks.  Then, I went out on the town, to see mymagritteIn a movie!  It's a short film, link here:

http://www.washingtonimprovtheater.com/media/video/holiday.htm

All around, a far better day than I'd been having.  Today has been filled with catch-up accounting, begging people to cover my desk, as we are short staffed and super busy, and generally running around like a crazy person.  Tonight, I meet the new roommate, and possibly meet Celeah and co. for dancing after.  Hoping for a quiet weekend, so I can get some writing and cleaning done.  I figure, if I keep hoping, it'll happen...Right?

It's a plague upon humankind, and must be eradicated.  Seriously.  My new mission in life; to fill every non-sleeping hour of the day with STUFF.  We'll see how long this lasts.  

I'm very frustrated at not being able to get to my documents, as the first section FAA 11 is burning a hole in my brain (you know, like something burns a hole in your pocket...Wow, look, that was a reference to the prequel story!).  It's going to be the Gunn section, and it will be very short.  After that, I think either a Penny or Wesley 2 section, then Connor 2, then Angel 2, then probably either Willow 3 or Apple, Laurie, probably Spike, then either Ron or a Slayer.  It might end up being chapter 12 before I get to Apple, depends on how long it takes to get everyone where they're going.  I'm also thinking of throwing a Giles interlude in somewhere.  It will be a separate chapter, either between the battle ending and the recovery, or acting as the epilogue.  Buffy will also get another full chapter, after the fighting is over.

Most of you can just ignore that previous paragraph, you won't understand it anyway.  But, it makes me happy to write it all out like that.

Office: Boring.  Crafts projects for Football & Crafts party: prepared.  Writing: still on hold.

I would like to thank the two wonderful friends of mine who took the time to issue me challenges, related to my groveling yesterday afternoon.  You are both very swell, indeed.  If anyone else feels the need to throw things my way, I'll work on it, I promise.