||[Dec. 22nd, 2014|05:21 pm]
If it weren't for sex, drugs & rock n' roll, I'd have long since moved into a quaint, split-level cave somewhere far from any hairless apes - as long as there was a good public library nearby.
So. Time enough to take a breath, yes?
Posting here, these days, more for myself than anything - going to shut off the automatic cross post to LJ, I think. It feels... messy. Like opening something that's long finished, again and again.
Odd having short hair. Even after half a decade of it. I look like George Clooney now. Or his rough-and-tumble brother. Heh.
Recovered pretty well from a host of issues, most of which came from pushing myself a bit harder than I should have - just took a week off to sleep, sleep, rest and sleep.
Now it's time to return to the war; considerate of it to wait for me, I think.
The Estate should close mid-January. Should have a housewarming (ye gods, I own a house?? Where's Batman?) sometime before Summer Solstice. If you're reading this, you're invited.
Getting married next fall. Getting slow, I am; not getting any less lascivious, however - I've always said, "sharing is caring. And pretty hot with the right people."
Let's see, what else? Will be firing up FetLife someday before too long - need the practice, I've let my anti-social tendencies really dig me a pit, here.
That considered, the Scooby-Dooesque Mystery house is now sealed from the elements; I need to repair the main floor support, do flooring, etcetera ad robustum, but looks like we'll pull this off.
It'll be a place that any or all of our far-flung friends can find a moment's peace, some space to recoup, or a shoulder to lean on. Thinking of calling it 'Haven House' - not original, of course, but I do have Scott's permission. And I think it might be a rare thing, to have coastal-style household in the central midwest.
Anyway, looking for a place to park some images so I can post them. Expect to see stuff soon.