We wrapped up Doyce’s Star Wars campaign before November/December hiatus last night. Next installment to begin in January, and ten years later, which will move us just to about the Episode II era. I suspect things will not be going well for Dag in the interim; his relationship with Nayda is doomed to a bitter end.
Got to sleep in today, while Margie took care of Katherine. Then it was off on errands (including an errand of mercy to drop off the Firefly tape from last night to the Testerfolks; Doyce ran out of space on his).
Then home again, home again, jiggety-jig, and swinging into action on Operation: MyGodTheParentsAreComing. This afternoon’s target was the dining room. Tomorrow: the breakfast table.
Been thinking about my short story I’m doing this month instead of NaNoWriMo. Now that I’m at the keyboard, of course, I’m finding myself fatigued, and with a zillion excuses not to write.
Such as Excuse #27: Boy, I’d Better Post Something In My Blog …
LOL oh, yeah…
I know this one… and the breakfast table dilemma – where to put all that paper that wants to accumulate there (I am officially a packrattus extremus…you?)
While I’m a terrible pack rat, the problem with the breakfast table is that’s where I set up my laptop when I’m at home — therefore, where all the debris that accumulates on any desk (things to do, things half-done, things done but not put away) gathers. Bleah.