Two more days and then I will be free for TWELVE GLORIOUS DAYS before work is going to once again swallow me whole until the end of May. There are not words for how little I am looking forward to the next five months. Blerg.
I'm trying to catch up on a bunch of fannish stuff before that happens, like revamping and updating my egregiously out-of-date SG-1 rec lists, and so I've been rereading a bunch of old Sam/Jack favorites while working on that list and oh, oh, my stupid cute OTP. No matter how far afield I wander, you always make me squee.
Speaking of wandering afield, writing had tanked again, but I clawed 70 words out of my brain the other night, and we're back on the 100 words a day wagon.
The
tree is up and decorated. The
dwinn thinks we have enough stuff on it, but really. You can still see tree! Plenty of room for more shiny things!
Despite my body attempting to fail me at every turn, I have been ridiculously productive (for me) today. I also have a rather optimistic to-do list for my week off, but who knows? Maybe this spurt of energy and motivation will last into next week, in a solstice miracle.