Here's a rundown of things that have happened since I last used actual sentences in a blog post.
- Argo had another bump, and I had to take him for a needle biopsy. It turned out to be benign, thank goodness, and our vet is so incredibly awesome about calling the very second the results come in.
- I've been working on a project with brand new characters and it's occupying my brain to the point where I feel like I can't communicate, beyond a tweet here and a Facebook comment there, for whole chunks of my day. That's not a complaint. I love being absorbed like that. I love loving a story and characters so much that I can't stop thinking about them. I just feel bad for ignoring phone calls or forgetting to answer e-mail, and worry that I qualify for the crappy friend award this month. This too shall pass (I promise!), once I get a little further in to the project, and our home life quiets down a bit.
- I got my character playlist right.
- We had a fire in our microwave.
- I ordered holiday cards that I think are hysterical, but once I got them I started worrying that everyone else might think they're mean. They aren't mean. They're funny, okay? Of course this is all a moot point if I never get them in the mail . . .
- Stella has been out of sorts since we had a house full of guests at Thanksgiving. She's decided she won't eat unless I sit next to her while she eats and don't attempt to do anything other than sit there and watch her eat. She has me well trained. At least I don't have to squat with her while she pees anymore. And I have to admit that it's actually kind of nice to have a small span of time that cannot be occupied with anything other than hanging out with my dog.
- J and I watched all the MI-5 episodes there are to watch, and to sublimate my withdrawal, I've developed a mean Mythbusters addiction.
- We still don't have a bathroom. We hired a contractor, because neither of us have the time or ability to finish the bathroom ourselves. At first, it seemed like we would actually have a bathroom by Christmas, but now it's seeming like the idea of having a bathroom by Christmas was utterly absurd to begin with. Not only, that, but since Christmas and New Years fall right into the mix of things, we'll have lots of days when no one will be working, but we still won't have a bathroom. They are doing great work and are super nice, but it really sucked to get my hopes up and then have them smashed. Living here right now is a lot like camping, except I still have to vacuum, there's no good hiking, The Crap Garden doesn't exactly qualify as a scenic view, and the coin-op showers at the last campground I visited were far nicer than the shower in our basement.
- I can't seem to get my crabbypants off. It's like they're stuck on my freakishly large calves or something.