Fins

Spent Saturday with my grandmother, parents, and niece.  Watched movies, mostly, and showed Mom a few more tools for her computer.  Went to Berea, late, and Erin came to Lexingon with me.

Sunday, some good, some bad, and we'll leave it at that.

Still dealing with the mild craziness.  It's bothering me.  Work's not helping today, especially - all of the sales goons will be leaving in about half an hour, and won't be back for the rest of the day.  Means I won't have to deal with certain twits, but it also means that the next six hours will stretch out like they're being drawn into a black hole.   Will continue to monkey with InDesign and Mutants & Masterminds, but even those diversions - and they'll be plenty constructive, at least - won't help as much as I'd like.

Avalon

Heroes rocks, rocks, rocks.  Rocks harder than Gary Glitter at a Girl Scout camp.  The SEVEN WEEK HIATUS is going to kill me.  I must fill the gap with writing.

Few things are worse than being sick.  One of these things is when someone important to you is sick, and there's nothing you can do about it.