Done!

Actually, I was done mid-afternoon yesterday, but I told myself that I was not going to sit down at the computer because I’d look up again and it would be time to leave for orchestra.

Besides, I’m reading a Christopher Priest book (you may remember my impressed-ness with The Prestige) called The Extremes. It’s taken me a little while to get into it, because it seems to be about the FBI and VR and people-going-postal massacres, but damn, it’s well-written. I got my husband’s vest done as well, and forty-five minutes of practicing that, to my astonishment, sounded fantastic. Ah, the things I can accomplish when not chained by e-mail, blogs, and the lure of the wilds of the World Wide Web!

I’m off to work today. Fnyeh. I’m very fnyeh about things at the moment. (You know, Ceri, this word is so fitting at times…)

In my fnyehness, however, I can look at that terrific costume hanging on my bedroom wall, and say, “I did that, wow!”, and “Two sleeps ’til the party!”.

I’m such a kid. And this costume thing is even worse now that I’m an adult, because now I personally know every hour that went into the creation of the costume, as opposed to watching a parental unit do it for me and getting excited about it second-hand.