I'm not getting a lot of work done today; too tired, too easily distracted. I've made some tiny changes to the release notes, as more people are finally reading them and making useful suggestions. I've also skimmed a bunch more code for Y2K problems and still haven't found any, which is definitely a good sign but pretty boring to do. Mostly, though, I've been playing with the layout of my journal, getting all the index pages into order and breaking things up by year. It took a lot of time, but I'm pretty happy with the final result of a much cleaner left margin. I'm much less nervous about Chicago today, after a good long talk with Jim last night. Still have a lot to do, though; I've got to log out very shortly to run pick up a perscription, then I need to go buy a present from the baby shower on Saturday. I don't have any idea what to get them, but fortunately they're registered so I don't need to be creative or innovative -- which was a little disappointing originally, but now that I've put off shopping until almost the very last minute I'm really grateful.

Mika and I are making plans for next Monday; it looks like there's going to be a six-person sushi dinner in the evening. Myself and Jim, Mika and her SO Judith, Sean and his wife Stephanie. I know them all to varying degrees; Sean and Steph I met on PernMUSH about six years ago, and Mika about four years ago, and Judith I only really started talking to a few weeks ago, through Mika. It should be an interesting mix of people, hopefully fun but I'm a bit nervous about it. Just a bit, though.

I'm home now, and doing laundry. The shopping went well and quickly, although in retrospect I should have bought a gift easier to pack. I was starving, so almost as soon as I got in the door I was dragging Jim off to food. We had Sono sushi, quick and cheap, not the highest quality but very satisfying all the same. It was nice to just sit next to each other, shoulders touching at the crowded bar, and only talking occasionally. He worked from home again today, and I always miss him when he does that. It doesn't matter that I never see him at work; when he's in the office something inside of me knows, that misses him when he's not.

In the car on the way to sushi I finished A Room Made of Windows which is a decent but not stunning YA novel by Eleanor Cameron, who also wrote the various Mushroom Planet books that I've heard so much about but never read. I'm not sure what I'm going to read next; I don't want to start any library books since I'm not comfortable taking those to Chicago. I usually read a lot while I'm on vacations though, with the plane and also just with my usual need to bury myself in a book, so I need to come up with a wide selection of books to bring with. The possibilities are endless -- which is nice. Hell is having nothing to read.