rm | sundries

- Patty is home and slowly getting rested again. I've seen her pneumonia x-rays (scary!) and we've gone out to dinner a bit. Mostly we just grin at each other a lot and are useless and cute. Tomorrow we have Passover with my parents and my suspicion that Barn Dance was Thursday is wrong; we're still trying to get up to speed on schedules:

Me: "When are you going to Atlanta?"
Her: "Something in the twenties."

Her: "Hey, our anniversary is soon."
Me: "What day is it?"
Her: "I'm not sure."
Me: "I can never remember either."
Her: "Well, it depends when we count from."
Me: "Yeah, and I still can't figure it out."

- Torchsong. Despite it being in Chicago and featuring JB, GDL and KO, I'm not going. It's tempting, don't get me wrong. Really, really tempting. But my strong suspicion that celeb-content only cons are bad for me remains. And speaking of schedules: ours are devils.

- I did have some weird dream about John Barrowman and Scott and their dogs last night and people telling me things they just shouldn't. What those things were, I no longer recall (although I remember recalling when I first woke up), but I remember feeling sad and overwhelmed at knowledge I did not wish to hold, and in the dream I emailed

copperbadge about it, whose response was "Yeah, right," and

bodlon who was sad and not wanting to hold that knowledge with me. Odd stuff. I hardly ever remember my dreams and celebrity guest appearances not usually part of the deal.

- I have a cold and my stomach is a little wonky.