Big Apple Dreaming

Maybe I'll do a few loads of laundry before the game. There is alcohol for either celebrating or drowning our sorrows. Munchies have been obtained. Six and a half hours until kickoff. Plenty of time for pregame rituals that may or may not feature in wins or losses, but who wants to take a chance and not add to the energy? Not me.

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Going up to Shreveport for PPD and Ken's memorial. It's hard to believe Ken is dead. He was only in his late 50s. Not old at all by today's standards. Apparently he was one of two people who died at this year's Dragonfest in Colorado. At least he was doing what he loved at the end: bringing cool jewelry to the Pagan communities.

So much to get done. I'm going to have to give David either this or tomorrow evening to deliver the printer. If neither is convenient, it will have to be next week.

I tried to call lab_rattus back last evening and the evening before (she never seems to remember that I've got my writers' group on Monday nights). I hope her interview went OK. She seemed to be freaking out somewhat over it.

Ye flipping gods, I'm tired already and haven't even driven the diagonal of the state yet. It will be nice to see Brad again. He's letting us stay at his place.