My hands hurt

I'm doing pretty well, destructive-stress-wise, mostly just because I've been in far worse pressure cookers than this one. But I still wake up every morning with my fingers curled into little stress-fists, no matter how I gently flatten them over my stomach as I'm falling asleep. One of the first things I do in the morning is s-t-r-e-t-c-h them out and then start monitoring them so they don't curl up again.

Last night: editor bear cancelled our date because his baby is sick, so I worked late and then tangoed. Most of the people there last night were the good ones, and I'm getting good enough (at least on the more basic steps) to relax and enjoy it, so that was mostly great. Now I'd really like to get work done, but today is the company barbeque, with a seminar at 10:00 just for icing, so I can almost count on it being a wash. Maybe I can come in tomorrow for a while after looking again at the chapel space... dunno.

A new friend

Everyone welcome my new friend aykroyd. None of you have met him IRL... except bluechromis, once, at the puzzle party, where I don't think you interacted much. I'll tell ya who he is if he says to, and vice versa. And nobody else need raise their anxiety levels over this at all.

I talked aykroyd into this because he tends to be pretty funny when he expresses himself in text, and also he's a good pal I may not be seeing as much of within a year or so. If I can get him blogging, I have a shot at getting the funny stories indefinitely. ^_^