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I am tired. Last night, I had a lovely time at an auction (my first) to benefit the Eugene Opera. I looked absolutely smashing, if I do say so myself (though I did learn, while preparing for the auction, that one should not ask, "How do I look? Gorgeous?" of one's husband before he has put his glasses on, unless one wishes to receive the answer, "Fuzzy."). Auctions are lots of fun, especially when they come after a gourmet dinner, complete with wine and very rich chocolate desserts. The auctioneer was hilarious, the bidding was brisk, and Alex and I came out of it with six varied bottles of quite nice wine. For a conversation partner, I had a lovely lady named Evelyn (I love that name) who was also an English major in college. We talked of Spain, punctuation, and the frustrations of grammar rules that won't hold still for ten seconds. I also told her the panda joke, which she had never heard. She had, however, read Eats Shoots and Leaves, so we talked about that.

I always feel a bit odd at these functions, as I often feel that I'm a bit out of my league. The auction was easier to enjoy than the Gala, as it was a bit less formal. (Let me emphasize that I thoroughly enjoyed the Gala. The auction was a different kind of fun. For one thing, I was wearing corduroy pants at the auction, and my heels were considerably less spiky than they were at the Gala.) I am not a society lady; I feel much more at home in blue jeans sipping a Dr. Pepper than at some fancy event in a formal gown. Still, having had a taste of "the high life," as it were, I have to admit that I enjoy it. Don't get me wrong, I definitely wouldn't want to do it every day, but I definitely enjoy "hobnobbing," but only with people I know. Heh.

So, after an extremely filling evening, Alex and I returned home. We slept, and then we got up far too early (in this case, around 9:30 am--don't laugh at me!) to go walking with my mom-in-law in the park. It was actually a pretty day, despite the threat of cold rain in the morning. (The cold rain was what made me so reluctant to exit bed.) After our walk, which took about two hours or so, we went for lunch. I haven't walked that long--at a good pace--for a good while, so I was pretty tired when we finished the walk, and lunch about finished me off. Full, comfortable, and sleepy, we wandered home. Since then, the day has been pretty peaceful. Loki and Mia are behaving, for the most part, and they appear to have worked out some sort of time-share arrangement for the living room. Loki is using it now. He's putting his time to good use, sprawling on the carpet and looking at me with that particular "nothing you can do can possibly excite me enough to make me so much as twitch" expression. I wonder if he's got a premium on the sunbeam.

Goodness, I'm sleepy. I should probably see about getting myself some caffeine. That Dr. Pepper sounds good.

The fact that I can select "recumbent" as a mood amuses me beyond belief.

EDIT: My head is throbbing. Owie. *pokes at the medication to try to get it to kick in*

Owie.

My head hurts. Whine, whimper, whine.

Alex is playing Midevil on his PSPuny. It is hilarious. I would want to play it, but my head hurts. Did I mention that I had a headache? Owie. Ow, ow, owie. I still sit here and snicker at the funniness. Snicker, snicker, owch.

In other news, I now have one single-spaced page of Secret of the Single Sock typed. I need to do a little skipping about, I think, in order to get some of the scenes hammered out. I also need to figure out if my main character's great-great-aunt might have been a young woman during WWI. I think that would work out, but I need to get all of my history straightened out and the timeline set out in my head before I can be sure. Flashbacks are fun! Yay!

I am tempted to post the first paragraph of the story here, but it is short. Quite short.

Has anyone else noticed the trend in books of placing "a novel" after the title of novels? I mean, it's as if we, the readers, would never figure out that we were reading a novel without the authors telling us that we are. I have half a mind to title my first book "Insert Title Here: A Book." That'll get it on the best-seller list for sure.

I have almost finished Half-Blood Prince. If my head stops hurting, I may be able to finish the book tonight. If not, I shall lull myself to sleep with Mary Queen of Scots and see about finishing Half-Blood Prince tomorrow. I have my suspicions about who the Half-Blood Prince might be, but no spoilers until I finish the book. *shakes finger warningly at the world at large*

My entries lately have been short and, it seems, without much purpose other than to splatter my babblings across the internet. But, honestly, isn't that what LJ is for?

brightshadowsky, can we talk soon about formatting my LJ? I have some nifty ideas, but I'm not sure how to implement them without getting a paid account. If anyone else would like to chime in with tips and tricks for LJ programming, that would be charming. I've been to everything_lj, and I shall continue to peruse that, but if anybody knows some quick-and-dirty tricks for customization, I welcome those, as well.

Loki is mewing sadly. I feel sorry for him, as he is no longer allowed in the bedroom (we can't have one cat in there and not the other, as both litter boxes reside outside of the bedroom). When Mia goes, then Loki will regain his rightful territory, but until then, he must share in Mia's exile. Poor thing. Life is so unfair sometimes. And now Mia has taken over his chair. No wonder he's mewing. His throne has been usurped.

And that's pretty much it for the moment. Except for the fact that Alex made smoothies. We had some strawberries that needed to be used up, and he combined the strawberries in a blender with ice, a little leftover white wine (Gavi), and a little honey. Delicious. I'm going to sleep very well tonight.

A review of Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy will have to wait until morning. Night-night, all.