Rejection from Best American Erotica today. Phooh.

Went to Tangwystyl’s awesome Mannen Grave Embroidery class, and chatted with folks, and then we bailed and came home. By this morning we’d agreed that our afternoon classes weren’t necessary, given how much stuff we had to get done at home. I suspect that I had not been adamant about the embroidery class, we might have bowed out altogether.

Had pork chops and Brussels sprouts for lunch, then dove into respective work. I got a reasonable amount of editing done; I’d’ve liked to do more, but there’s always a point where my brain kinda shuts down.

We watched the most recent ep of “Angel” tonight, which was…odd. I was surprised not to be more emotional about it. Maybe they were all trying to hard. Maybe there was just too much hand-waving and I couldn’t find the appropriate level of suspension of disbelief. It wasn’t _bad_; it just wasn’t as much as I hoped for or expected.

We never did really eat supper. Had a Roma-tomato-and-mozzarella salad, and ice cream. Sort of skipped the main course.

Ken leaves for Dallas tomorrow, and that sucks. I have a massage from Ceridwen, a chiro appt, and a Styx date, all of which most emphatically does not suck. But does they cancel each other out? I’m not sure.

I’ve had one glass of wine too many, I suspect.