That was unexpected

I ended up waking up half an hour before my alarm clock this morning. Weird. This is not usually my style. I guess my internal clock must still be messed up from working night shift.

Canada Day was lovely. Great weather, good friends ( and his lovely girlfriend), a nice picnic. Unfortunately, the headache I thought I'd licked came back with a vengeance on our way to owldaughter's Canada Day concert, and by the end I was ready to crawl into a hole and die. However, Canada Day comes up only once a year, and so I put on a brave face and toughed it out. The fireworks very nearly killed me, but luckily sandman7 had some Tylenol, which took the edge off.

All in all, in spite of the ice picks being driven into my head, I had a great time.

I got home to find a puddle of cat puke on my bed. I gave up the battle to keep the cats out of my bedroom earlier this summer, because it was either keep the door closed and suffocate from the heat, or let the cats in and retain some ability to breathe when I sleep. The cats thus have repaid me by puking in the middle of my bed. I was unimpressed.

So, unexpected laundry aside, I have been puttering around this morning, getting ready for my trip to Québec City tonight. I have tidied a little bit (minimally), and now I have to take a shower and pack my stuff. I also have to turn off my computer and find my 2006 NaNo novel, which I will be editing today in the company of tcaptain. I've already started the process, and with any luck I'll have a draft ready for submission by the end of the month, earlier if I really step on it.