[waves again]

today:  Played lots of cards.  Roast dinner.  Presents.

tomorrow:  Laundry.  Poss. more cards.  Maybe leftovers, but rather less.  yuletide!

wednesday:  Making sure I have printed directions for everywhere I need to drive in the next week.  Early to bed.

thursday +:  Up early, drive to Utica, curling curling curling (well -- officiating officiating officiating), drive to airport, fly to Florida, babies babies babies.

I'd thought I'd be able to hit the yuletide archive before I went to bed tonight, because everything is going so insanely much more according to plan than last year -- but it is now 1am and the ETA is, as I understand it, "yeah, later", so I will exercise great patience by going to bed.  :-)  My world will not end if I don't see my stuff in print as soon as it is possible to do so.

See y'all at some point again, but do I know when?  I do not.

my prezzies

What I got for yuletide:  The Spaces Between Intents, a sweet little story about Rizzo (and Kenickie and everybody else) in which Rizzo is in fact pregnant when she says she is.

Also, two (two!) Treats:  Revelation, a wee slice of Rizzo immediately post-partum; and Lonely at the Top, a tiny blossom of Mulan, set in about two beats toward the end of the "Make a Man out of You" number.

Love!  Thank you, yuletidefolk!  [beams happily]