Alas, i have been remiss in the postage

I've been reading. Fiction!

It's beautiful and overwritten fiction, but it gets in my head and i sit down to read and 4 hrs and 400 pages have gone by when I look up.

The family got a car last night, one of The Otherh's favourites, a Saab for all the travel on which he's about to embark, as he has taken a position 100mi away. At least he loves driving. But I'll be lonely, and yesterday it sunk in that I'm going to be alone in the house for a good deal of the next two weeks, til the Kidlet gets out of school and I fill my days with museums and libraries.

The DJ and I have lunch plans, and the PE and I have dinner plans, leaving all the boys home tonight.

Except I have a flat, which needs repair. Otherwise I wouldn't traverse into Manor today. Oh and the moth needs her security deposit. I won't go into that much but it seems the Brother is stalling in helping her out with rent.

Because of the nature of the Otherh's new job, we won't be able to pay out to the Moth much/month. The pay isn't as high as we're accustomed to, and we have the Fam to think on, now. And the pmt for another car, as well as upkeep on all other financy things. Maybe the pressure won't be so much at this gig, and the Otherh will be able to wind up and down with the drive. Maybe a hundred things. Maybe I'll start working out Monday.

Maybe a hundred things.

It's all up in my head, this book I'm reading. A trap I'll fall into is trying to write like that author, instead of like myself. I've had a wiggle of an idea since Nanowrimo last nov., but it hasn't panned out and it doesn't have fifty threads quite yet. It's just snapshots, and dim ones at best.

I'm glad the Otherh is getting places with the hunt. I'm thankful for the support DJ & PE have given us, I'm glad for kid-isms like, "I don't mind if you take me out to breakfast." and "Why is there a sun." (What?!)