Divisions and Precisions

Thanks

Wow, up far later than I'd planned. Damn FX, anyway. More on that in a moment.

So, Thanksgiving. While Brand ate all the potatoes, I ate a good portion of the stuffing. And my mom made the absolute best turkey I've ever eaten in my life. Good time spent with my mom and other family. Then I came home, took a shower, and climbed into my brand new nightgown. I love this nightgown. It's a sort of periwinkle flannel with long full sleeves. It's floaty and loose and comes down to my ankles with a little ruffle. Yes, yes. I know I am simply full of the sex appeal in my granny nightie, but you know what? The damn thing's WARM and cozy and it makes me happy.

Once safely ensconced in the granny nightie of much happiness, I did some writing. Not on the novel, but rather on the story that broadsided me this morning while I was driving over to the folks' house for Thanksgiving. Then I decided to take a "little break" from writing and wound up watching the Buffy marathon. Five hours later, here I am, nothing more written and thinking I should skip the last part of this episode and go to bed. All the episodes I kept wanting to see, back to back. Good lord. "The Body" made me bawl like a baby. Then "The Gift" made me bawl some more. I spent a good couple hours kicking myself for being so sporadic watching this show. What the heck is wrong with me?

But yeah, to bed with me. Night.