Saturday, December 07, 2002
I'm too tired to post. So why am I here, typing? My index finger wants to sleep. But it's having to settle for a compromise. A short entry, then sleep. I'll do a better job of things in the morning.
Much work today, but mostly of the unpacking boxes of books sort. The office is looking like an office. There are still twenty or so boxes of books and a lot of pictures to hang, but we're in the home stretch. The rest of the place is looking pretty good too, I think. I did do some writing work today. Another page of notes for Murder of Angels and proofreading on "Andromeda Among the Stones." Also, aRvin sent me the back cover design for the disc for my comments. It's going to look great, as well as sound great. I believe Derek and crew are doing the last bit of studio work on it this week. I think I did other things, too, but I'm too sleepy to remember them.
The black kitty, whom Thryn and I have named Goblin (and whom Jennifer refers to as Young Master Goblin) is currently residing in Jennifer's bedroom. Being declawed, he was getting a rough time of it from another local tom and we've taken him in, at least for the weekend. I have to decide what's to be done with the poor little fellow on Monday. I'm really not up to taking on another cat just now, but we had to go and name him.
Tonight I rented the newly-released third volume DVD of Farscape, Season Two, and watched "Won't Be Fooled Again" and "The Locket." The latter is truly one of the best episodes of any television series ever made.
Now I go to bed. Now.
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