Spinning on that dizzy edge

I am on day one of my first out-of-state business trip. Today started at 3:45 AM, in order to accommodate all the travel involved in getting here by 9 AM. I'm more loopy than tired, but this fully belly from dinner is definitely tipping me towards coma-land.

Even more decadent than the tuxedo chocolate mousse cake I got for desserty take-out is having this hotel room all to myself. The past several times I've stayed in hotels, I've shared a room with two to three other fangirls. I get to spread my crap all over the bathroom counter, put my computer on the desk, and toss my stuff on the other bed. Bliss! Of course, the company is paying for this, so I can't exactly get used to it. But I'm earning it back in intense brain use this week. Web unit testing, get in my head!

I am truly gobsmacked by the enthusiastic response to my Avengers story, especially at the AO3 link. In the 24 hours after first posting it, it got double the hits and kudos of my Losers story, which has been posted since January. It definitely motivates me to post the rest of my work there - the steady stream of kudos has been addictive! I am trying not to get obsessive about the hits to kudos ratio, and choosing to believe that every hit read all the way to the end and didn't back-button out.

Once I'm home again, I'm going to make a few small tweaks to my Avengers vid and get that posted, too. It's such dizzy fun to be back participating in a huge, ongoing fandom again!

Life definitely has its perks. I'm sitting here with a Jello chocolate pudding cup and a pint of raspberries picked from the backyard (picking done by my husband and BIL). The mix is delightful.

I'm watching a tape of the Dirty Jobs 100th job episode. I'm looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow. Ah, Sundays.

Friday we were horrible parents and took the Emperor into one of those cheap haircutting chains. (The Beatles had nothing on his mop top.) I wouldn't be so anal about it, but a) when it gets this long, it pokes him in the ears and those poor things get riled up enough, and b) it takes forever to wash his hair, and he's not the most patient of bathers. So yeah, he's now sporting a jarhead buzzcut. It's kinda scary how different he looks. But oh, his head is now so FUZZY. It's a good thing he's too young to care how much I rub his head. I just can't help myself.

We only watched Mary Poppins twice through today. We started watching "Bedknobs and Broomsticks" in between, but honestly, it's as boring as crap in comparison. Not a lot of singing, long wait until any dancing, and no grim nannies blowing away in the wind. Hopefully we can find "The Jungle Book" at the library.