Getting my groove back

I'm slowly shaking off this silly depression. I'm beginning to suspect it was some sort of sympathetic illness with Poppi, as she had her operation a couple of weeks ago (about when this started) and I seem to be recovering as our darling dog gets her bounce back. Or maybe having her bouncing around again is cheering me up. Don't know.

Asylum con is getting closer, so that's something to get excited about. admiralandrea and I are going to travel up together and hopefully have a fantastic weekend and meet loads of our LJ friends. Yep, I'm definitely getting excited about that.

My fic o'weirdness is taking an odd turn. I'm beginning to think this one's gonna end up a bust but I'm sticking with it for now. See where it goes.

Tomorrow is (if all goes to plan) the day the builders are gonna take down our kitchen ceiling and give us a shiny new asbestos-free one. This means I can't come home until they're done, which is likely to be much later than I usually leave work. I was going to head into Cardiff and maybe see a movie, but the choices seem pretty thin. All the six o'clock films are horror movies. I like horror movies, but I've got to be in the mood. OTOH, I've got a meeting tomorrow that might just put me in the mood for some slash-and-burn :-)

Okay. End of post. Must make tea...