Darkside was in today when I called. Yay! We grumbled about work together. I like it that I'm able to talk about work with him and get coherent grumbling about his workplace back from him. It's fun to actually have content to talk about, about our weeks, and so forth, rather than being pining desperately for him.

Unfortunately, this was not a good weekend to get together.

I have a cunning plan for Wednesday evening, one that involves leaving writing group a little early and zooming off to Mesa with a book. I managed to find So You Want to Be A Wizard, which is one of the books that's a building block of my mind. Darkside needs a piece of my mind for his birthday. This may lend itself to the planning of an outing for the following weekend. It may not. Either way, I win.

So does he.

It's definitely some sort of stability-point that we've reached. I'd almost say that we've reset, but that's not quite it. This is round three, as far as the universe and I are keeping score. I wonder ... he mentioned, at some point, something or other that ... didn't click ... from long ago. And Sis and I were nearly identical, back in the day, our respective days. Could this be round three for each of us?

Maybe third time's the charm.

There's something about the first night of the weekend that makes me want to clean, or if not clean, at least get things something closer to in order. figment0 dropped by for a while, because we weren't done talking, but my notoriously short temper was done with the phone.

One of the things that I wound up with in Grandma's big yard sale was a fiber optic lamp. This thing had been sitting for countless years in a box (and the colors on the box are faded, and I don't think it was in direct sun) and the fibers got bent. figment0 and I played with it, and had endless amounts of amusement jiggling the fibers around so their glowing ends left squiggles of bright multicolored light in the air. I have the fiber cluster hanging outside in the heat in the hopes that the heat will soften the plastic just enough to straighten it while it hangs straight down.

I always feel like I'm camping during the work week. I don't have much energy left to do things other than wake up, go to work, come home, relax and check the communication unit, sleep, and repeat until Sunday afternoon. The Friday/Saturday transition is particularly dreadful, because if I get enough sleep, I'm out of communications for the better part of two days, but if I keep in communications, I don't get enough sleep. I don't get enough sleep to start with, and my body's started to demand an 8 hour minimum again...

Maybe this weekend I'll get the electronics under control so I can start setting up things.

All cunning plans need coherent exit plan. I wonder how Miles does it. Yay plasma movie. Ocean's twelve.

Via sraun, http://members.aol.com/moggycat/moggycat.htm, and especially http://members.aol.com/moggycat/mouse-notfound.htm