Vacation Recovery

I am so tired. And sore. And stiff.

I am taking the day off to relax, do some writing, and just plain recover from yesterday's drive. I'll post more about the trip later, but suffices to say that we had a blast and things went really well for 98% of the trip.

Tomorrow I start e-mailing about some rental properties I want to check out when I go back up in a couple of weeks. I hope I can find a place this month, do the move over the next month, and at least be living there in NC by the end of July. My uncle has made an offer, though my neighbor here might offer me a bit more money. We'll see. Either way, I'll have enough of a financial cushion to pay rent and utilities, though I certainly hope to have a job before winter hits as my utilities will be pretty high if the weather is anything like this past winter. Also, as far as jobs are concerned, I'm not picky. While I can certainly qualify for more than grocery clerk, if that's what I need to take until I can find something better, I'll do it. Plus, I just plain want to have a job again, and work again. I miss it.

Nothing much else is happening. Sasha has been exceedingly happy to be back home, so has Penny. The cats are grateful, though Prissy is still doing her "I'll fuss at you and then ignore you" thing she does when she's mad at me for disappearing.

And thanks to those of you who offered good thoughts and energy. I promise I'll respond, I sort of passed out last night and have been running on fumes. If I'd commented, it'd probably have read "Braaaaaaaaaaiiiiiinssss," or "Durrrrrrrrrrrr."

More later.

Writing - Tamingthemuse challenge.

Title: Love to Hate
Fandom: Original
Prompt: #202 - Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure
Warnings: Short mention of violent sex, one dropping of the f-bomb.
Rating: R (For talk of violence and death.)
Summary: Selene talks of hatred and her desire for vengeance.
Wordcount: 598 Short 'n sweet
Notes: Selene is a former a role-play character of mine who will one day have at least one novel written about her (urban fantasy/dark fantasy if you're curious). She's an assassin who loses everything when a rival crime boss kills her boss/lover, thus why she was the perfect choice for this prompt. That, and I just have a hell of a lot of fun writing for her.

( Love is such a fragile thing. )

Wherein the kiddo shows he is a budding smart ass, just like his mother.

Me: "Time for a bath."
Kiddo: "Bath? But school is closed.*"
Me: "I know school is closed, but you still have to take a bath."
Kiddo: "...oh. But it's not night time."
Me: "Yes it is. It's after eight o'clock."
Kiddo: "No it's not!" *walks over to the window, pulls back the blinds, and points outside where it's just getting to be dusk* "See!"
Me: *wonders if this talking thing is still as great as she made it out to be*

In all fairness, he did go to the bathroom and got ready for a bath without me needing to say anything else and he was joking around rather than talking back. This time last year, such an exchange would have been impossible, and the fact that he's learning how to play with words, and knows how to make jokes, is great. Of course, he's starting to show he inherited my sarcastic/smart-ass attitude too, which I suppose is parental karma coming to bite me in the ass.

* = While normally one would say "School is out," in the kiddo's case, this is true. His school is closed and won't be reopening, sadly.