The Enchanter's Theorem

*looks at you all blearily*

Hello, darlings.

Remember when you were young and you could stay up and out till 4 AM, sleep two hours, get up, suck down a pot of coffee and feel fine?

Yeah.

I would like it fucking back now. Fucking wasted on the young.

Out late last night to see the So You Think You Can Dance touring show. Tickets were my birthday gift this year from Dave Mitchell (Darling Man (TM)). Show was epic awesome and amazing and the cameras don't do justice to the amazing dancer that is Allison Holker. Like OMFG, do not even come close.

But now I am wasted and I'm going to do it again on Thursday, because the Amazing A is taking me to my very first silks class where I am going to learn how to fly, though on my first lesson, I foresee a lot of falling and hurting myself. Can't. Wait.

And NaNoWriMo continues to kick my ass, but the book broke for me the day before yesterday and I have four sub plots (or so) that I can go back and seed in now and oh, look! It's like a novel and everything! Go me!

And the rest, life is just life. Good things. Bad things. People falling in love. Others having their hearts broken. Sometimes the sheer magnitude of it all robs me of my breath. It's nothing like what I imagined as a little girl. Some parts are so much worse.

And some parts are so much better that it leaves me staggered.

Gods.

How we live.

I can call anyone in the world in real time. I can see a photograph of a woman peering out a porthole and looking *down* at a glowing blue Earth. Most phones are smarter than I am.

*breathes*

Ack. The poor Ant has broken her toe this morning and is in agony. Thankfully, the beyond awesome stacymckenna is on her way to help out, which is a huge relief.

I must think of something or some way to adequately say thank you.

Having friends that are supportive is a blessing beyond description and beyond price.

This on top of the fact that I jacked up my hip this week is just icing on top of the cake. I managed to get my hip working again (the healing power of yoga), but dude, it's like this week has been gunning for us. Now I'm worried about the husband.

Stupid dance show was on last night with their fifteen top dances from the last five seasons, so I did not get photo editing done. Sue me. It is my weakness. I did get some transcription/cutting done on the novel. Another 1K went down. Only 21K to go.

And now back to it.

*looks around warily for murderous butcher block cutting boards*