I'm one year away from singing that aria from Pirates of Penzance. You know the one. Ruth sings about being forty-seven in a world where men all want 17YO brides [gross!].

In other news, I am posting up Well Rendered just as soon as I finish up this blog entry. Last tweaks and then it's off to the races. So to speak.

I get the gift of watching my 'sales' spike for a free short story. Hopefully, it's enough to inspire a few actual sales that put money my way.


In the haul so far, there's a very nice set of headphones big enough to contain my ears and therefore not crush them and cause me a lot of problems. So far, they're looking very good for actually doing that.

...I have also learned that there is a nerve cluster in the vicinity of the right side of my jaw that, when under pressure, hurts my right ear. Finding the sweet spot upon which to rest said headphones is the problem I'm working on now.

There's also a copy of Ocean's 8 on Blu-Ray, which I plan to indulge in for a Movie Day, possibly this weekend. It depends on when Capt. Useless is having his birthday party. Calendar-wise, we're six days apart. We've shared a birthday party more often than not, and I'm moderately certain we might both be sick of it.

Ah well. Today, I indulge in the naughty things, and suspend my diet for the other days that parties may be happening. Only afterwards can I go back to focussing on getting myself back to my alleged ideal weight.

For now, though, I'm doing as much as I can as soon as I can so I can have a good old fart-about for the rest of the day.