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The morning of petit aggravation
Tuesday, July 14th, 2009 08:37 amDoctor's appointment this afternoon, MRI this evening. The fun, it never stops.
I have confirmation from WorldCon that the author readings are envisioned as panels, with three authors per, each to read for 20 minutes. *is doubtful but willing to try*
PayPal tells me that it will hold the winning b$d for 21 days. *sigh*
Looking over the preliminary list of Stuff to take to WorldCon, I discover that all the tree-and-dragon cards in hand have the old address on them. Duh. Re-ordering Moo card pack definitely on today's agenda. Fifty cents each (eek!) but so cute. The right address is crucial.
Still feeling somewhat fragile from yesterday's internal wobble. *sigh*
There are Potentially Exciting Things going on in the Deep Background that I can't talk about yet. Good wishes for fortunate outcomes would be appreciated.
It's a beautiful morning in the neighborhood, sunny, breezy and cool. A high temp of 67F is called. Mozart has already staked out his nest in the blankets, which makes it kinda hard to make the bed.
And, now! To laundry.
I have confirmation from WorldCon that the author readings are envisioned as panels, with three authors per, each to read for 20 minutes. *is doubtful but willing to try*
PayPal tells me that it will hold the winning b$d for 21 days. *sigh*
Looking over the preliminary list of Stuff to take to WorldCon, I discover that all the tree-and-dragon cards in hand have the old address on them. Duh. Re-ordering Moo card pack definitely on today's agenda. Fifty cents each (eek!) but so cute. The right address is crucial.
Still feeling somewhat fragile from yesterday's internal wobble. *sigh*
There are Potentially Exciting Things going on in the Deep Background that I can't talk about yet. Good wishes for fortunate outcomes would be appreciated.
It's a beautiful morning in the neighborhood, sunny, breezy and cool. A high temp of 67F is called. Mozart has already staked out his nest in the blankets, which makes it kinda hard to make the bed.
And, now! To laundry.
