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Spent the morning looking at wedding reception venues in Ann Arbor. The Philosopher and Wrestler chose a place and a date is set and forward ho. Actually, the Mum took over control of the whole thing yesterday and today it's all set. When she decides to get something done she gets it done, which can be a very good thing, especially in this case.

Did not get a lot of sleep last night. Hmmm, I wonder why that might be? *raises eyebrow in Show's direction* Woke up ( thinking about Show )

I think I need to go lie down again.

Actually, what I, and all of you, need to do is read bellatemple's awesome new story about family dinner with the angels. It is a beauty to behold. Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree.

Which reminds me! I've been writing more things! For the sake of mini-nano, here is a snippet:

Course, the whole thing might stem from the sophisticated-seeming woman sitting at a table in a private corner. It didn’t matter what Bela Talbot’s intentions were, her presence in Ellen’s bar only ever meant trouble of one kind or another. The last time she’d blown into town on a wave of her own hoity-toityness had almost lost Ellen her liquor license, and the time before that had seen the explosion of the Roadhouse’s only toilet by a herd of ticked-off imps.

Nothing that girl could do would ever bring Ellen Harvelle anything but consternation, of that she was certain.