There will be Grant (Dark Fate MHI fanfic) before Saturday, and then on Saturday again.
This weekend we had an unexpected (well, expected, we just didn’t know when) visit from one of you — someone we only knew on line — who is also a friend of friends, and frankly a friend over my many names online.
We weren’t worried about his visiting, but we were worried about what he would think of us/whether we’d get along.
So, last week was “fun with dishwashers” (we’re getting a working one installed on Wednesday) which ate up our time, both trying to fix the problem and then shopping for the new one, followed by a visit from a friend (I’m not saying who it is, because I’m not sure he wants me to, though some of you know who it was.) Which meant I spent Thursday and Friday trying to make this house look less like the house of people where two are working three jobs, and one is studying for medical boards (you have NO idea.)
Turns out we like each other (or at least we like him!) as well in person as on line, so there were talks till all hours, and very little got done. Including posting here and writing, either in books or for PJMedia (I’m working for them again. Long story.) Which means I’m now playing mad catch-up because Guardian is late and I need to deliver some columns.
Also, since I’d announced the first-Saturday-Hun-Meetup at Pete’s Kitchen in the diner before I knew we were getting a house guest, yesterday I went out and hung out with eight of you (well, it was a beautiful day, so people were out having fun. Mind you, meeting was fun too.) This means I spent today suffering from what I’ll call “introvert flu” which is kind of like con crud, but with fewer physical causes/symptoms.
All of this to tell you why the dog ate my homework.
What I’m going to do about it: Catch up and work like a demon, of course.
But FIRST I’m going to bed early tonight, so I can actually function tomorrow.
So, see you tomorrow, and this week is going to be AMAZING. I promise.