You know, despite recent annoyances, my life is really pretty damn good at the moment. Today was productive as all hell, I had dinner with buddy Marian who's in from CA for a few days*, there's a charming man that I am very much looking forward to seeing again, and I've got a couple of books to get through, including Deb's latest, "Let Sleeping Rogues Lie," which is notable for the fact that apparently I'm the heroine. (I haven't read it yet, so I can't speak to the accuracy of this assertion, although apparently she uses nitrous oxide and considers interrogating the hero about exactly how condoms are made to be appropriate pillow-talk. Since this is a Regency romance, that's actually a pretty interesting topic. I approve of this.)
So I'm going to stretch out on the couch, put on the DVR'd Firefly marathon, drink hot tea and read and snuggle the cats. And all will be well.
*The food was okay, but the setting was hysterical. They had washcloths instead of napkins. And we could only understand about one word in three that our waiter said, but we did get the impression that he was lonely....
