Still not an aunt. But apparently it's happening today, by hook or by crook, so stay tuned. I'm finding it hard to concentrate, waiting for the Inevitable Announcement, but I don't think it's the waiting so much as the natural urge to procrastinate.
Nearly bought a beagle puppy who ow-oww-owwed for us. I've named her Snorgle but, for now at least, practicality wins the day and I left Snorgle at the pet store. A girl with two cats and a rabbit does not, actually, contrary to the infinite cuteness of puppies, need a beagle named Snorgle.
Dislike my new haircut intensely, although not quite so intensely today as I did yesterday. So perhaps, after the requisite week of adjustment has passed, I will come to actually like it. We can but hope. In the meantime, bobby pins are a girl's best friend.
The finish short stories! kick succeeded, as I suspected it would, in making my novel clamour for attention. Because the brain, it is perverse.
All these things shall love do unto you
that you may know the secrets of your heart,
and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only
love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing floor,
Into the seasonless world where you
shall laugh, but not all of your laughter,
and weep, but not all of your tears.
Kahlil Gibran, "The Prophet"