*is home*
I have, um. fic to write. And possibly, my room to clean.
But.
Guys, guys, guys. David Bowie has the most incredible voice. I get bored of some of his stuff, and yet. I can't skip the tracks because of that velvet, slinky, chocolate voice.
I introduced mom to Bones and Nero Wolfe. Scored both times (I'm so evil), though I'm not sure she'll watch Bones when it's on, and Nero Wolfe isn't being shown anywhere.
You were all spared me voice-posting to sing the BSG 12 Days... because I was driving too fast (I blame the Dark Phoenix. She falls over when we go slow. FOR SERIOUS, people.)
Shall go down and rescue my luggage from the trunk. But not the two bins my mother insisted I bring back (they will be left there until such time as I have something to put the puzzle pieces in, or I decide to just dump them, although it could be fun to poke at the old convention stuff in there. just. not now)