Stuff

Friday:

Bemoan the forgetfulness that allowed me to leave the sewing machine at home, instead of putting it in the car so I could drop it off at the Husqvarna store within Joann's on the way home (the tension is profoundly fucked, so it needs a tune-up rather desperately).
Leave work at noon.
Go home and finish packing.
Start cutting out gold kirtle, if possible.
Pack car.
Feed cats.
Drive to Lincoln, NE. Or, rather, sit in back of car and work on math homework while other people drive to Lincoln, NE.

Saturday:

Attend event.
Find Cat.
Giggle through court with Cat.
Dine with nifty local people.
Attend post-revel that looks suspiciously like a Vikings tailgate party.

Sunday:

Sleep late.
Drive home.
Call parent.

Monday:

Work.
Take sewing machine to JoAnn's.
Discover that sewing machine is perfidious, since it worked *fine* for the lady at JoAnn's.
Come home and pick tomatoes.
Spend time with E.
Pet cats.
Sleep.

Tuesday:

Work.
Cleaning fairy visit.
Miscellaneous cleaning-y sorts of things.
More scruffing of kitties.
Homework.
Carving of griffin for belt mount.
Sleep.

Urgh.

My throat hurts. Like as in sore throat. This is not a good thing.