Not too eloquent today

I had a huge stress meltdown last night. It wasn't pretty, and I'm still feeling drained from it all. I mention this mostly only because it will have an impact on what kind of weekend I'm going to be able to have; I'm not really sure I want to talk about it on a public post. I am desperately looking forward to a weekend of peace and quiet, of another BSG episode, of geeking to myself about updating the murkworks.net servers to 3.1, of cleaning up the upstairs bathroom, and getting some writing done.

mamishka is coming over to join us tonight for TV goodness and has promised fluffy, brainless books, which sounds about my speed right now. Tomorrow jessicac is hosting croquet in a local park, to which I may go if I can sit quietly in the shade with my frob and poke some at one or the other of my books, just to get some writing time in. Don't know yet.

Days till my thyroid surgery: 25
Days without a rejection letter from Luna: 64*
Days without a rejection letter from Nadia Cornier: 46*
Wednesday miles: 1.0
Thursday miles: 2.0
Friday morning miles: 1.0
Miles out of Hobbiton: 266.65
Miles to Rivendell: 191.35

* Pending no rejections in today's mail, of course.