I lost my job. I've been here for 15 years, and now there's no place for me any more. I'm trying to take it like a grownup, but it's going to be quite the transition (especially without those silly paychecks and health insurance benefits).

Oh, well. Told you I'd been battling dragons lately.

Anyhoo, just wanted to let everyone know that sending emails to my work address won't be useful after the 29th, and that you're welcome to send to my home address if you need me.

Wish me luck and send any spare vibes you may have.

Current Location: my (soon to be former) office
Current Mood: sad

...for you are crunchy and good with ketchup.

I've been doing almost nothing except meddling in dragons' affairs all year, which has me a little burned and bruised (topped off by a massive back blowout; I said to my chiropractor, "What did I DO?" He said, "You messed up your back; that's the medical term for it.").

On the other hand, I finally got a new computer, with a whiz-bang DSL line that makes renty (and especially rentydaughter) much, much happier.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I'm not dead or anything; it's just been kind of, well, dragon-y around here lately. But Lionel is on the job, the burns will heal, and I've been stuffing ice packs down my pants per doctor's orders, to keep the swelling down.

The daughter caught me at it yesterday. She said, "I'm standing here, watching my mother...ice her butt."

Love and smooches to all.

Current Location: In front of my NEW computer!!
Current Mood: uncomfortable
Current Music: Pink Floyd, Wish You Were Here

I've had this drabble in my head for a while, but hadn't done anything with it until quaggy inspired me yesterday with her sweet AU story. This takes place on Inaguration Day, before the balls.

( Getting )

I've been promising to start a Harry Potter discussion group, and between stupid stupid work and stupider dial-up at home, I haven't done it. I'll begin the actual discussions on the Keytus site, but I wanted to start with some useful links and ideas for those who are interested...

( I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.. )

Current Mood: contemplative

I don't know why I've become enamored with the idea of Danny and Jordan. It's probably some sort of deep-seated psychological problem on my end, and it'll probably never happen anyway. Wev.

Anyway, I got to thinking about Jordan and why she is the way she is. She's what, 35, and a pretty girl to boot, and here she is in a position of enormous power and influence. I wondered how she got there and how she deals with her essential womanhood in such a masculine profession. So I wrote this story as a tiny part of the answer.

( Watering the Tree )

Current Location: office, where it's safe
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Brandenburg concerto number 5

( I think I finished it... )

( morphing into a monster )

( Growing )

( It's )

Current Location: Bartelby's desk
Current Mood: hot
Current Music: "Graceland," Paul Simon

( It )

Current Location: home, where the heart is
Current Mood: crushed
Current Music: silence