Endgame.

You can tell this baby is getting close because I’m getting weird.  Our good pal survival of the species has come to visit and he’s annoying.  Especially if you’re married to me and have to endure the hormonal emotional crap.  Nice thing about the third time is that you know what it is and that makes it easier to ignore.  Mostly at this point it’s just this weirdly intense desire to follow him around like a little lost puppy.  I mean, he’s all the way in the other room right now and that’s too far. 

The body knows, doesn’t it?

I’m coping by crocheting frantically, ignoring the housework, and watching all of the Gilmore Girls that I missed in the middle of the series.  Just finished Season 3.  Interestingly enough, watching Milo Ventimiglia as Jess again just makes me entirely sure that he’s insanely talented.  Because if I didn’t know that the same guy played Peter Petrelli, I don’t think I’d have guessed it.  Well, except for maybe the voice, which is just too damned appealing not to ring a bell at some point.  But still.

Back to the work.  I’ve very nearly got another set of coasters finished, and I want to be able to photograph them this afternoon while the light’s decent.

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