Dr Filk is reading SF, Jeff’s finished the vacuuming and watching footsball, and I’m hauling biscotti out of the oven. Brother Jerome just called so there will not, after all, be a reunion of the lunch bunch today, but I can expect Tom and Mike later (and Heather’s coming too, woo hoo).
Chipper sends me this lovely video.
Darwin was here. Katie and Brandin are here. Lexi made a cake that was so good I nearly died and I’ve eaten three pieces and it’s a thousand kinds of chocolate cooked with love by elfmaidens.
And she made me a crocheted baby Cthulhu. Woot!
Peggy dropped by and gave me chocolate and a calendar.
I love the world.
While Jeff and I were cleaning up Eddie barf at 4:30 this morning (happy barfday to me!) Jeff said, quietly, “There is a large hairy naked man sleeping in the livingroom!” This is by way of being a family meme and is in no way a complaint.
A long time ago I wrote a poem for my mOm in which she is alleged to have said things like “Loki, Wizardry won’t boot!” and “Who is sleeping in the livingroom?”
The downstairs neighbour just back from work and is trying to sneak around and get a snack and be quiet. We should just tell em not to worry about it… what with one thing and another we always seem to be awake by now.
Now, back to bed.