A few updates.

Marty's grandmother did pass away yesterday. Marty arrived at his mom's late last night after meeting up with his brother and his cousin in Atlanta. When I spoke to him he sounded tired, but glad to be home.

The power didn't come back on at my company until 8:30 pm last night. I was in the middle of watching Buffy by then. And Buffy was very, very good.

I am headed to Detroit later today for a visit to Maria. We haven't seen each other since before Christmas, and it is high time for a visit. And before you ask, no, we will not be viewing the movie Vertical Limit a second time.

I haven't heard anything back about my resume.

Finally, I read some slash in the last week or so, Chakotay/Paris and Mulder/Krycek, for the first time in months or maybe even over a year. I had forgotten how much I really, really like those characters. And the funniest thing is -- I was reading my own stories. (Does that make me a narcissist?) It had been so long since I read any of them (or wrote any of them) that I had actually forgotten whole scenes, and even the way the plot went. Every story was like a new surprise. But the whole time I kept thinking, Geez, she really knows what turns me on...