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Boy brought home doughnuts for breakfast. Boy is a thoughtful boy. Though I still don't entirely understand why his co-workers are bringing in free food. What the hell, we got doughnuts and salad greens (seriously?) and english muffins out of the deal. Most of which I'll take to work so that I can have help eating it and it won't go to waste. I don't have any damn thing except maybe some nuts to toss on a salad. Argh.

At some point we'll probably stop practicing our French and Spanish on Twitter where vanishingly few people can read it. Today appears not to be that day, though. I can't say I'm sorry, either. It's not like we're speaking Irish or something. Which would be INCREDIBLY obscure, show-offy, and involve me making a lot of shit up and looking things in dictionaries.

Today's statement of intent! Line edits and Haven Herald/Person of INterest in the evening, as per usual. Hoping to get through another ten minutes of PoI tonight, which, since dinner's relatively simple, might even happen. I think the plan that way is to get dinner started/made, go into the computer room and sit and do some there, then come out and hang in the living room with the boy until he goes to work and then doing the rest of it for the last couple hours. Since I have Haven on the netbook, or at least, the relevant episodes. Yes, this is a good plan. And we will execute this plan, and we will thrive, and we will call it... this plan.

Ahem.

I can't say I'll be sorry when, after this week, it's pretty much all the recaplyses all the time, though. Grimm on the weekend... Okay, PoI recaplyses during the week by turns, Grimm as a Saturday marathon thing, the time of which might be shortened from experience since we last did it, and Haven as we have time/see fit. Which might be the same amount of PoI which might mean, gasp, shock. Having that thing we don't talk about so we don't tempt the wrath of the whatever from high atop the thingie. Ahem. EVEN SO. I am liking this plan more and more the more I think of it.

Right. I suppose this means it's time to get up and pretend like I'm a responsible adult, empty the dishwasher and get dressed for work and go offer the neighbors some amaryllis bulbs. Because apparently we are drowning in them at work. Or rather, Aunt Beej is drowning in them and giving them away to anyone who will stand still long enough. It's cute.

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And, um. Holy shit. I think I just finished my German book. Probably it's a good thing that today is a check-in day since a) I didn't do it last week oops and b) I can brainstorm and get help on ideas of where to go from here. Possibly Russian/German review simultaneously, since German... somewhere in the last several chapters it all started coming together. I'm not sure when or how. But a lot of it is making a lot more sense and right now I'm having more trouble looking up the right words or the right conjugation/declination of words than I am actually stringing words together.

It seems to be a day of productivity, too. I checked with the Eisbiebers and they would like some amaryllises, so I'll bring them some tonight. And then I did finally complete a scene's worth of edits in Black Ice, and the German. Small victories, lots of them, over time. I'm feeling much much better than I was Monday, and even better than I was Tuesday. And I'm slowly working on unfinished projects in between everything else. Right now, cutting out leather bracelets and then figuring out how to attach them. We've got a snap-setter, though I'm also kind of looking at the idea of small buckles. Decisions. And I'll take home the cord for dreamcatchers today, so I can get that done at some time over the week/weekend. And that will get a couple of projects off my hands.

I definitely need to start (back) in on the costuming, though. Like, pronto. Not sure when or how that's going to happen, the first step will be moving the craft table upstairs where it goes and out of the patio. Which, okay. Note to self, self. Move the plants over to the rolling cart, then the craft table can get carried up after the boy's awake. That's not so hard, is it? Then I'll at least have a surface to sew on. So I guess that's something else to consider in this afternoon's check-in.

In the meantime! All right, self. We have shit to do, let's go do it and stop blathering at the poor people on your flist/dwircle.

ETA: Right. Since my brain is both trying to do all of the things and cycle through thoughts faster than I can retain them, the plan for tonight!

1. Move plants the fuck off the card table and onto the rolling table.
2. Get Japanese books into the kitchen.
3. Chop chicken and prep dinner.
4. Do Japanese while keeping an eye on rice and stir fry.
5. Translate Questions while doing the same.
6. Do PoI till the boy rousts himself.
7. Do Haven Herald until the boy leaves for work.
8. Do PoI till about 11:30, at which time it will be time to get ready for bed.

Can we remember this, self? I surely hope so.