It has been a day of frustration. It has been a day in which I spent the entire morning doing sysadmin work (bleah) and the entire afternoon trying to catch up on the morning, to no avail. It has been a day without focus. No work is getting done.

I had lunch with Trip, though. That was nice.

What else has been nice? I finished Larque on the Wing last night. It was amazing right through the end, and left room for another book about the same characters. I now really do understand what magic realism is, and why one might want to do it -- it lets you make internal conflicts (not taking good enough care of one's childlike self) external (by giving one a ten-year-old who has to be looked after). Plus it had gorgeous gay men. How could I fail to like it?

My mom is visiting this weekend. Tonight I have to go buy towels and pillows and such.

Pern is still very, very busy. I would be spending all weekend on it, except my mother is here. I suppose I ought to feel somewhat stressed and over-committed, but I strangely don't.