At 5:30, I said good night to timprov.
At 7:30, I dropped markgritter off at the airport.
At 8:00, I took missista in to be spayed.
I have the house allllll to myself (except timprov's room).
I think I'll look for a short story market and then poke at the first chapter of the Aesir noir novel.
No, really, hold my crazy self back. All this partying is going to wear me out.