The Queen of all Lamedom

Hubby is out of town. Usually that's all the excuse I need for a soiree...invite the girls over, start cooking, pick up enough wine to lube the conversation and put the playlist on the iPod. But my big tour - three weeks on the road - begins on Tuesday, so I'm feeling like a bit of a homebody. Got home from the recording studio, took the dog on a jog (he was not terribly excited at the lack of sniffing-around-in-the-bushes, but I was thrilled to not be freezing my tush off!) tried to make up a packing list, started a load of laundry.

And lost all momentum.

I'm curled up in a chair with the laptop, a bowl of popcorn, a silly fiction book and a glass of wine all within easy reach. I'm trying to not think about all of the things I need to do at work tomorrow, and am instead organizing my iTunes library, researching external hard drives and winter boots, lurking on Facebook, deciding what kind of candy to give out for trick-or-treat tomorrow night... important stuff. And I'm contemplating going to bed early, just because I can.

Again, I promise real content soon.


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