Sorry about yesterday, ducks, but I screwed up.

You see, on Monday, two people at work asked me out of the blue "What's your website address?" which lead me to believe that someone's being chatty, so I decided better safe than sorry and that I'd dig up that blocking info that I've been keeping for the past couple of years.

So yesterday morning I made me a bright and shiny .htaccess file and set it to block my work domain, then skipped trala on my merry way until Tracing emailed me at work and said that she was getting a 500 Internal Server Error, and that was when I realized that I had blocked out The Company That Must Not Be Named so zealously that I had also managed to block out the entire world.

Couldn't fix it until I got home, with the help of good ol' Dan at Zipcon, but there were a gratifying number of weeping emails, so thanks for missing me.

Left work early yesterday to pick up Bonnie and sit for a couple of hours while Cynthia did her extra work and Fran had his tech.

We are in a new theatre, up the block from the old theatre and with half of the same name, but Cynthia assumed that I knew and I ended up in the wrong place. One of our loonier company members told me where we really were, which I took with a grain of salt as he can barely manage to come in out of the rain, but before I had a chance to test his knowledge, I heard Fran's voice calling me from the bottom of the stairwell.

It suddenly struck him that perhaps the reason that I wasn't there was because I hadn't heard about the move, and darned if he wasn't right. We did the baby hand-off and I went home.

I was somewhat horrified to see the queue stretching all the way across the parking lot and down the block at the van stop, as Bonnie was getting heavier and heavier, but as I got there about five vans showed up and I didn't have to wait all that long.

We got home and she almost fell asleep on my chest right away, but then she started to cry and say "Peas? Peas? Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaasssss?"
"What Bon, please what?"
"No, peas, nooooo!"
"Alright, let's go make dinner."

She's going through what I remember happened with Molly, she's old enough to have strong feelings and wishes, but doesn't have the vocabulary to express those wishes, so she gets frustrated.

On Monday night I came up to visit Cynthia at 9p, saw Bonnie still awake and said to her Why are you still up? Go to bed!" and she immediately toddled over to her little pallet on which she sleeps until everyone goes upstairs for the night, and laid down.

She would pick up her head every so often, and I would look over from the sofa and say "Sleep." and she'd drop her head back down again.

It was hilarious. I don't know if that means that she obeys me better than anyone else or if she just associates me with sleeping. She would have gone to sleep, too, except that Katie put a blanket on her before she was really asleep, and since Bonnie hates blankets as she does Hell's pains, she was immediately up and awake and screaming.

Last night I would have had her down if Cynthia had come home ten minutes later, as she was almost gone, but Cynthia said that if she had, she would have woken at 3a, realized that she hadn't nursed all day, and then would have been up the rest of the night, as would Cynthia.

To which I responded "Wean her."

In my book round-robin, the last third of Lucy Sullivan Is Getting Married was much improved over the first two thirds, so much so that I snuck into the bathroom three times yesterday to finish it, (and it's hard enough to sneak a giant hard-cover book into the bathroom, let alone one with a bright pink cover), which means that I was twenty chapters ahead and had to catch up in my other three books.

I finished A Candle in Her Room and Anastasia Again and now Anastasia Ask Your Analyst is in that slot. In slot two I finished Betsy-Tacy and Tib and need to finish Betsy and Tacy Go over the Big Hill and half of Betsy and Tacy Go Downtown to get my twenty chapters. In slot three I'm working on The Magician's Nephew (that I'm hating exactly as much as I remember hating) and The Last Battle. And in slot four, replacing Lucy, once I finish catching up on my chapters, is Waltzing the Cat.

Do you see what I mean about my being obsessive/compulsive about the whole thing? I may never be able to stop!

Today's horoscope:
You may be inclined to resist authority a bit. Make sure you have enough space to work your own way today.

One year ago today:
"We've been seeing too many feel-good movies lately , and that's just not what I'm about!"

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