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We are in the house. We have telephone, electricity, AIR CONDITIONING!, water, sewer, and an ISP. The paint is on the walls, the carpet is due to arrive at 9:30 tomorrow morning, all our belongings are in the garage, and the long distance service should kick in any day now. We also have a garden that is going nuts and I don't know what half the things in it are. I do know that I'm about to learn real fast how to can tomatoes.

My combination allergies/cold is finally starting to clear up. Yeah to the breathing. Tho I did have a moment today when coffee started to spill out of my nose. Gross, I know. What makes it worse is that there was no reason for it; it's not like I'd been choking or laughing or anything of the sort. I was just sitting around reading mail. At first I thought it was a nosebleed. It wasn't. Kinda figured then that it was time to stop hitting the coffee pot. Clearly I'd reached some saturation point.

I want to write something in the worst way. I am a girl in search of a plot. Something NS TPish. If I'm going to have a story ready for summer '06, better get to getting.

Oh, and (most) people continue to make happy:

TP Summer countdown:

#7 - Ghosts of the Past by Elizabeth Stanway

#8 - All or Nothing by Shaun Hately (YEAH! He kept his promise!)

and I see that darthanne is finally finishing up Murphy's Law. Maybe that will be #9.