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Thursday, It's good to relax Ahhhhhhhh. I just came back from a most excellent evening -- Jerry, who is an angel and a friend as well as a fellow FutureClassics writer, had been talking to me about what he needed to do with regards to fixing the drywall in his bathroom (he's in the middle of remodeling it, and when the old wallpaper came off the top layer of the drywall came with it). So he asked me to come over and take a look at it, and eat dinner while I was there. Oh, man, I haven't been this stuffed or relaxed in months. Jerry's wife Becky is a peach and a half, and his daughters are sweeties, so we had a great time at the most delicious dinner I've had in weeks (Steak! Potatoes! Real beef protein and complex carbohydrates! Yea!), then I played a game of pool with his youngest daughter Jessie while we talked about pretty much everything under the sun. I didn't realize how circumscribed my conversation had become in the last few months. Admittedly, some of it is due to the fact that I spend so much bloody time alone, but a lot of it is also due to the fact that I'm living in the buckle of the Bible Belt and they just don't talk about certain things down here. But Jerry and Becky are both from California, so it was a chance to kick back and let rip. Ahhhhhhhhh -- that felt wonderful. And I needed it, I really did. No, there's been no news on the job front, but once again people are stepping in to help (you know who you are, and I adore you to pieces, I really do). In fact, I think I may wind up writing an article for the SFWA Bulletin about the collective quality of fandom and how fans and writers (often one and the same) will group together and help out someone who's down on their luck. Hey, gotta keep my non-fiction writing skills sharp, right? You never know when they'll be called upon again.
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