Had a _blast_ at dinner last night; it was so great to see everyone. We were pretty wiped out, though. We had an uneventful trip to the ferry, across, and home. Ken fell asleep in the back of the car and Mom and I chatted. Of course, by the time we were in the house, the sofabed was unfolded, and I’d abluted, etc., I wasn’t tired anymore. I’d gone beyond tired. And it was hot and muggy, and the sofabed was truly uncomfortable, so it took me awhile fall asleep. As a result, we lazed in bed until 11 a.m. or so.

We had lunch, hung out, and Mom and Ken and I went shopping for a new printer for her and some food. Had dinner. Hung out more. Ken’s been working on Mom’s new computer that we’re giving her, transferring files and such. I talked to my friend Teri, whom I’ve known since first grade (!); we’re having lunch tomorrow. Now it’s close to 11 again and I really should do some writing. I’m rather amazed at how little I’ve done today. It’s relaxing, but ack. Almost too relaxing.

Oh, cool! I found where I’d hidden my erotica novel, House of Passion. I’ve been thinking about trying to sell it; a lot of places seem to take shorter novels/novella-length stuff. Happy, joy.