When They Work, They're Wonderful

Just when I thought smoking was my greatest addiction, my computer went on the blink. Two days of no internet, no e-mail, no working on my latest book. It was horrible, without these distractions I noticed the spider webs in the corners of all my rooms. I really looked at the matted messes that were my dogs. I had the urge to... bake. Two days of domestic hysteria and I'm happy to say my computer is back and functioning once more.

Crazy house this weekend. The grand girls called and wanted to come for a visit. That was a good thing, despite their diminutive size, they've been trained for the garden since they could toddle. Between the three of us we got the the flower beds and grass in tolerable shape for the Chief's visit, which begins this afternoon. Princess has carried the grand girls off to a woodshop class, then to the Prof. Squared for babysitting until Sunday when Bean will pick them up, spoil them half to death, and then deliver them to their Dad. Princess and I will pick up the Chief and then we have dinner at Library Lo's with the inner circle. Tomorrow we have the reception with the rest of the writers in the afternoon, and then tickets to the Palace Sunday evening. Monday we're working until the matinee of MI3, Tuesday he goes home and Wednesday I go back to work to get ready for the Art Show on Thursday. I'm definately too old for all this excitement.

Papa Bear's surgery on his leg is Monday. His Dad will be taking him, I'll deal with the aftermath. Now I need to act like a proper homeowner. Dishes to wash, laundry to switch....