Likely not the problem.

Last night I dreamed that my ENT sent me to Vlad Taltos. She wanted to rule out both witchcraft and sorcery. Vlad asked more interesting questions than my actual medical personnel. When I told timprov this before he went to bed, he offered to find a gold chain and whack me with it a couple of times if it would make me feel better. Generous guy, the timprov.

Eaten by tomatoes. Please send help.

Mercy, Maudie, and Mathilda, do we have green tomatoes. I'm not even done bringing in the green tomatoes, and we're already overstocked. I'm not sure where I'll even find places to put them all to let them ripen without stacking them three and four deep -- probably out on the sun porch, but I'll be using the table out there for drying the herbs as well. Uff da, uff da.

I've finished some short story revision work that needed doing, and I had coffee with Ginger, and that's about as much as I've got in me for just now. The Poetic Edda and I are having a nice time together, but it gets a bit crowded in here to have commentary tracks from Soldrun Hjordisdottir and Sorkvir Sturlasson, separated by 400 years and a gulf of cynicism, with quite different personal relationships with their gods. So it's slow going, and I'm taking refuge in Hellspark, about which I only have to think with one brain. Good slow going. But slow.

Some Things I Want And Won't Get Soon (in no particular order)

1. A Batman movie starring John Cusack

2. A Kavalier and Clay movie starring John Cusack

3. Clotted cream

4. A consistent source for humorous SF (that is, SF I actually find funny, not "humorous" SF as it is often published)

5. A short, dark-peacock-blue Lycra tank dress in the same style as my black one

6. A short A-line denim skirt. Genuinely A-line, dammit, not a straight skirt with an A-line label. Everyone who has been asked, "Do you know why I will not be wearing a pencil skirt?" has correctly intuited the answer without hesitation (because I am not shaped like a pencil!). Also, no cowgirl or biker chick or hottest sandblasting pattern of the moment styling. And no writing on the butt: I feel confident that each and every person I see can form his or her own opinions on the said butt, if they feel it necessary, and will not need to rely on embroidered adjectives for help in the decision-making process. ("Is this butt 'juicy,' or not? Wait, it appears to bear some kind of relevant message....")

7. That jacket I didn't buy last year in hopes that it would go on sale, dammit.

8. A new digital camera that actually zooms

9. Two copies of The Stress of Her Regard, one for me and one for gaaldine

10. Enough sleep. I hope to go to bed alarmingly soon, but if recent days are any indication, it won't actually make me not tired tomorrow.

This is, of course, not an exhaustive list.