I can't remember the last time I was home before 10pm. Sort of nice. Meanwhile, I've lost plans for tomorrow night and have gained them for Sunday, which works out well for me and even heralds laundry! It also stops me from having to decide between some of my Regency gear and a vintage Bonwitts dress for tomorrow.
There are an array of productive things I could be doing, being home at so unusual an hour. But I'm going to take a nap and hope my period comes soon, as while I've no reason to be concerned, PMS induces such intense narrative paranoia in me it's slightly astounding.
After nap I will wash out and repack the bento (my new meditative habit) for tomorrow, maybe practice fencing and then, in fact, do some actual work, and I do still have a couple of articles to write in the next couple of days (perhaps I should decide on topics). It's also time for acting postcards and I have some Descensus edits to look at from Kali. You all who do read that are going to howl at the next installment.
I also find out RSN about the $500 bonus for the entertainment writing program thing I've been doing at Gather. That would be sweet.