Vacation would be lovely.

I want a week off. I mean, like, where they *literally* don't call me in to work/teach/fill-in for at least seven days straight. (The odds of this happening - before January - are astonishingly small. That doesn't mean I don't want it anyway.)

BOB writing is starting to slow way down. I managed a good few weeks of fairly consistent progress and then all my words and ideas dried up. I think part of my problem is that I don't like putting characters through things. I don't like making them pine, I don't like giving them injuries, I hate misunderstandings. I love *reading* about them, though...

Have been reading, instead, ALL THE AVENGERS. All the time. Phil is my new love, and I want him and Clint to adopt a cat and live off-base in a neighborhood where Cap still patrols and checks up on them sometimes. I cannot wait for the movie. /contemplative ...What am I doing that day, hmm...

Random thingie: desperately searching for some more recipes for figs. I'm anticipating possibly three crops from the tree by my window this year, and the two last year got me SEVENTEEN PINTS of variously-flavored-with-gelatin jam. Want moar opshuns!

My fellow's birthday is tomorrow, and I got the most kick-ass present for him. I will try to show you later, when I get things figured out. Like 'how to upload this to something other people can see.'