Ryan has gone to bed early but has set his alarm for 11:30 so that we can have champagne at midnight. If he wasn’t looking forward to it so much I’d just go to bed myself and say to hell with New Year’s Eve, but I don’t want to disappoint him. I don’t think I’ve [...]
call her green, for the children who’ve made her
Archive for December, 2011
I think my brain has finally decided to be nice to me again. I dreamed last night I met Neil Gaiman and didn’t have a book for him to sign, so he gave me his copy of C.S. Lewis’s Mere Christianity. Terry Pratchett and Ursula LeGuin were also there, but I didn’t get a chance [...]
The problem with Christmas is I can’t post my to-do lists on my blog.
Therapy has reached a point where I think we’ve staunched the bleeding and can start assessing the real extent of the injuries. There was a moment at the doctor’s yesterday where I felt right on the edge, like things were good and we were two minutes away from saying that I didn’t need to come [...]