*chuckles*

So, when you dream that you've lost something that is important to about 40329840 people and you keep seeing it but then, when you get to the place where it is, it's gone, that's stress, right?

I have hit the point of my universe where there is no end to the work. I am averaging 20 hour days and my eyeballs are protesting.

However, we made burgers last night (yay) and I've been working my heinie off since early.

*ponders the quiet in the house and goes to check on the puppies*

Okay, one sleeping with the teenage, one sleeping with the boy, Lorna's door is closed, so they're not in there with her but the remaining dogs are curled in bed and sprawled on the tile.

Okay, I have to figure out what I've done messing up these ISBNs (please let it be an easy fix), have another coke and turn up my music and try to get some stuff done.

Yeah, yeah. I know. I used to be interesting. I'm getting old. ;-)

Oh, we've decided (the Ls and me) to start collecting tea pots. We got our first one in. It's hideous. Truly hideous. Pooh and Piglet surfing.

I love it.