I made the trip to San Diego and back last week to pick up our daughter from college, and it was about what I'd expected. Looooong and tiring.

I downloaded episodes of Night Vale onto HalfshellHusband's mp3 player for entertainment (I was about 30 episodes behind, somewhere in late 2014. Wow). Things were going okay until about 3 or 3 1/2 hours ( Read more... )

Last Thursday night, I dreamed that my family was on vacation and things were going wrong right and left. Missed planes, tunnels blowing up, disappearing luggage. We had brought three cats along (as you do), and acquired two more. So, with doors breaking open and such, part of the dream was literally spent-wait for it-herding cats. Late dream ( Read more... )

Here's hoping 2016 is a better year than the last, at least for our family. We lost my Dad last year, and HalfshellHusband broke his wrist and also badly sprained his hip (which has made the last few months fairly unhappy for all ( Read more... )

I had a bizarre semi-work-related dream this weekend, which started off with coding, bug-fixing and sailboating (!), and ended with my taking retirement and requesting the coporate bonus of 150 sheep (talk about random). But hey, free sheep! At worst, I figured I could sell them for their "meat ( Read more... )

Work, family stuff, and writing projects continue, and I keep thinking I'll post but don't get around to it.

Lowlights from last week include a dream with Sam and Dean, and skinnydipping in someone's private grotto (!!!). I don't know if I was "me" in that dream, but I was soon after-I was wandering around with my son and eventually trying to cram ( Read more... )

The industrial fans are STILL going in the kitchen, over a week later. I spent the 3-day weekend doing (yes) hours of outside chores, being housebound (HalfshellHusband was hurting too much to even go to a movie), getting crabbier by the minute, and hating our kitchen. That room is a sweltering windtunnel, and nobody wants to go in there. The floor ( Read more... )

Last night, I dreamed myself in the middle of a Supernatural episode. Sam's hair was slicked back, and he looked like a completely different guy (which he was-some not-Jared person was playing him). Sam had been cursed somehow, and in the middle of breaking the curse, Dean balked at kissing him to finish the job. That might have been Dean being ( Read more... )

So, the weekend. \o?

I finished reading The Bards Of Stone Plain. It had one of the slowest, most painful builds ever (unlikable main characters, and 140 pages of dull flailing before things snapped into place) followed by a cannot-put-it-down plot. McKillip's editor really should have weighed in there: 140 of 322 pages at snooze? Tighten things ( Read more... )

I had a dream last night where tsuki_no_bara and I were exploring the upstairs of a house where we were roomies. We went up seven sets of stairs, past a room filled with rat poison (which smelled like carpet glue/earwax/beetles), up a ladder, and into the attic: low, angled ceilings, nooks and crannies with a few beds rammed into awkward and lonely places, ( Read more... )

Sunday night's dreams were weird enough. I had a engineering project that sought to rescue a dilapidated 1930s mansion, which mainly consisted of sanding and other cosmetic improvements plus major structural reinforcement (I'm a software engineer, BTW, so WTF?). I (secretly to me) triggered a notification for when my steel cabling system exceeded ( Read more... )