Perhaps more importantly it gave me time. I'm behind on grading, need to find a window to get some resumes sent out, and am finally finding my footing on a Doyle story I'm working on, a pinch-hit for a fic exchange as well as one of the Bilbo stories I mentioned a while back. Oh, and a fic I'm betaing just came in as well. :) Those last three are by far the more interesting of the two, but I can only work on them in good conscience once I've made at least some progress on the boring, being-an-adult stuff at the beginning of that sentence.
As a side-note, how is it that I'm turning thirty-three in ten weeks? Because I am so not ready to come into my inheritance and leave my tween years behind.
Perhaps the biggest good part of this, though (boys, avert your eyes) is I get to take off my bra. Granted, that's the best part of many days for many women, but in my case I singed the skin around the back of my neck and shoulders. I live on the fifth floor of an old brownstone, which means among other joys the water temperature can be a bit inconsistent. Usually this throws off the water pressure as well and I know to step out from under it for a few seconds, but today it caught me. I hesitate to say burned because it's not like I felt the need to put anything on it. But I'd be lying if I said getting that strip of cloth from rubbing against rather over-sensitive skin wasn't the high point of today to date.
Now, shall I be productive and responsible, or will I tootle around? John or James, indeed.
