Mostly what happened is that I got involved with the Kindle project, which is turning out to be a little more involved than initially thought. First off, my dad had screwed up a whole bunch of little things here and there, and then Kindle's translation from Word has some idiosyncrasies of its own. This is going to take a bit.
At least the cover art went reasonably rapidly.
Still, that kept me busy until about noon, and at that point, I was hungry, so I cleaned up and wandered over to Panera. I didn't feel quite like heading up the hill immediately, so I then strolled through Cost Plus as well.
The sad thing is that I'm immensely proud that I didn't buy any chocolate there. It was a close thing - they had a really intriguing chili and lime bar...
I'm not sure what it is about me and chocolate lately. I normally get chocolate cravings every few weeks or so, stuff myself, and then that's that. Lately it's been daily. And it can be tricky trying to figure out if my body wants the stuff, or if I'm just craving comfort food. The stress levels are fairly high right now.
The really bizarre thing is that I appear, on average, to be losing weight. I don't know for sure - the battery on my scale's dead - but at the last Northern Faire, I had a couple of extra holes put in my belt, and I'm now regularly using the second one. The belt leather doesn't look all that stretched...
Meanwhile, I feel like I'm constantly stuffing myself. Though that sort of makes sense. I generally seem to be losing weight when I feel like I'm gaining, and vice versa. I figure that works because when I feel like the figure's going down, it seems more OK to eat more food. Or maybe it's just because I'm perverse.
I got to the Dome a little before 3:00pm, and was immediately offered some crackers and cheese. Which I of course accepted.
Then I ran over the Kindle stuff with my dad (he can deal with a 15% horizontal rule for section separation, but thinks a 30% one looks weird. I have the opposite feeling, but it's his book), then got into the various actual activities for the day.
Like hauling the old toilet off the deck, and down into the "garbage storage area" in the garage. Cutting down a reasonably large fir sapling (it would have made a great Christmas tree for someone with somewhat larger than average ceilings), and hauling that down the road to the driveway "landing" area. Digging around and finding a couple of buried drainage pipes (which weren't where either parent thought they were. I didn't do a huge amount of digging, but definitely quite a bit more than strictly necessary).
To my credit, I only did one incredibly stupid thing in the process. The tree was cut down with an electric reciprocating saw, and about a third of the way through, the blade came loose. I levered it out of the cut, and was partway through clamping it back into place when I realized I hadn't disconnected the power...
On the other hand, I cut the sapling so it didn't fall my direction. That's a plus, right?
Then some talking with my dad while mom made dinner. She quite outdid herself - I haven't had her spinach soufflé in years. She also made an interesting stew that was sort of a coq au vin, which was my favorite dish when we first lived in France.
I left up there about 10:00pm, drove home, and went straight to sleep. And now I'm awake again - though the plan is to try for some more sleep shortly. I'd really prefer not to conk out in the middle of the Sunday show.