sistawendy | All is in readiness.

I've finished putting the final touches on my costume. Lessons learned:

Pintucking is pretty easy, but if you're anal like me you'll want to mark where you're doing it, and far enough away from any edge.
Narrow-gauge electroluminescent wire will develop shorts if bent too acutely.

I'll see you either at the Merc, the Metaphorest, or the Compound. The Hivemind party at Youngstown will probably be pretty good -- it was last year -- but I'm still trying to be frugal. Besides, three parties is enough even if I stay out later than usual.

I've helped my boy decorate the house. He still likes the little muslin ghosts we made three years ago to be hung from the kitchenette ceiling.

Nibs got cortisone in her joints Monday, she'll be getting more thyroid juice, and she's trying to get insurance approval for a higher, less-safe dose of meloxicam (Mobic). She says that higher dose, which she had to discontinue when its cousin Vioxx was yanked off the market, is the drug that's worked best on the pain, and risk of sudden death from heart failure be damned. Am I cool with it? You bet.

Work. Get wet riding bicycle. Do housework. Herd kid. Circumflatulate on pooter. Read. Sleep insufficiently. Lather, rinse, repeat. Yeah, I think I'm ready for a shakeup.