I do have strong opinions with regard to the upcoming presidential election, but that doesn't mean that I have to burden any of the people I drive to the polls with them—and I don't need some chippy who just graduated to a proper driver's license to smugly tell me that I am out of touch because of my position—which is, just to be clear, that I think it's inappropriate to browbeat old people (and also a waste of time because people don't tend to become more flexible with age).
My annoying head cold didn't improve the experience of the meeting at all. By the end of the day, the cold was in my chest, and breathing had become a dangerous and disgusting sport. The cold's not gone, but it's better, thank God—and thank Shog, who took excellent care of me. *loves him* I really do not deserve him; happily, he feels the same way. I cannot tell you how important this state of affairs is to the continuance of our marital happiness. In any case, a couple of days back, I started thinking, while I was propped up and trying not to wheeze, that I have more time for fandom now that Mom's moved out.
And that's when I decided to bring back snapecase. I don't know how many people are still around who remember the fest, but it was always one of my favorites and I'm going to try to make it work. Even if it's a ten-work run, it'll be worth doing. I wish that Snape would turn 50 again; I'd love to re-run severus_shorts. Of course, there's no stopping anyone from submitting birthday fic to the Snape Showcase. *hopes*
In domestic news, the kitchen is in an alarming state (points from Shog), but the basement is spotless (points to Shog)! The near-sentient laundry pile has begun to take on a shadow of its former self, but Shog's taken to saying that he enjoys his discussions with it. :P What really needs to be done, as soon as is humanly possible, is the vacuuming; we've too many animals not to vacuum at least twice a week, and we're usually lucky to do it the once. I'm not sharing pictures. :P
What have you been up to, flist?
P.S. Had a bad moment at the dog park this morning—I put my keys in my bra (my sweats don't have pockets), and they fell out without my realizing it until I was ready to leave. Without the fob, I'd never have been able to get over the fence, and my phone was in the car. Happily, a friend arrived and helped me look, and she found my keys exactly where I "knew" they weren't. *so grateful* I'm donating all my clothes without pockets and buying some better bras. *rolls eyes at self*