And they included Eric in the acknowledgements! I am a proud wife.
This week has been a trying one. Mostly strange internal turmoil that I have trouble articulating without sounding… melodramatic. Which would not be an accurate expression about how I feel today. I feel pretty contented today. Allie and Chris and the Little Bird are well, and are even traveling this weekend. We get to spend time with the Arkhams tonight, playing with a sewing project. Tomorrow is the thing at EJ's (dearest talisman girl). Sunday is possibly brunch with Miranda, followed by getting to see Jen W, whom I really miss a lot. Conscious of how lucky I am to have so many people to miss.
House is apparently haunted. How 'bout that. We've been advised by many to "ward the basement". I really should post some pictures of it. Imagine this room of rotting wooden walls, half full to the ceiling with dank clay soil. There is (I shit you not) a single, spindly rose trying to grow in there, despite the almost total dark when we don't have the light on for some reason. It's all white and anemic looking. I keep expecting it to die, but so far, it's still kicking. Creepy. Cool.
Trying to re-learn this LJ thing. Is it to appallingly cliché for me to end with "wish the work day were over, and the weekend would start?"