"What ARE you?!"

That would be the question shouted at me by someone in a car waiting at a red light. I responded "Myself!", to which they smiled and waved.

My legs feel twingy. They shouldn't, really, 'cos all I did was walk home from the Value Village that's about 17 blocks from my house. But hey! Walking is exercise, as is the FIVE times I've used the Accursed Machine this week. Of course, having a scone with fresh strawberries and organic whipped cream kinda negates some of that good behavior, but oh well.

The past few days have been perfect parasol weather. I'll take any excuse to carry the stripy parasol, but having the weather be obliging is nice.

Tomorrow involves going to Norwescon to be on the gothic fashion panel (at *noon*, which is a dreadful, dreadful time for a panel), zooming through the dealers' room, attempting to buy a copy of icebluenothing's book, and then fleeing (flee! fleeeeeeee!) the con and going to imflying's rummage sale & potluck.

To Do: win the lotto, so I don't have to go back to work on Monday. :-)