The Love, Blood, and Rhetoric School

We watched Follow That Bird again. I have Big Bird singing stuck in my head. And I want a purple Daimler with bat wings like the Count.

I also have my usual pregnancy insomnia. It doesn't help that Baby K is still hanging out breech and tap dancing on my bladder. And taking a bath to help me get sleepy isn't going to work; my tiny little bathtub isn't up to it anymore...baby belly island.

I still need to wrap the present for the birthday party we're going to tomorrow afternoon. Bruce swears he's going with us, but he's working overnight so I don't know if that will happen. It's for the son of one of his coworkers, so it would be nice if he could make it, but it's not as though it's difficult to make conversation with other parents of toddlers when the kids are there. Plus cake.

The air freshener mom gave me makes we want pumpkin bread all the time, but it's been too hot to actually bake any. This is sad because pumpkin bread is yummy.

I put the last coat of sealant on the new slate floor(!) and it should be dry by morning. I cannot wait to actually use the family room again; it's been under construction since last September. I wish I had taken pics before we started renovating, because it looks like a completely different room. We raised the ceiling quite a bit and made good all the half-assed projects the previous owners did, including leveling the floor and actually using hardbacker board under the tile.

I'm going to make some tea and finish rereading Envious Casca in bed. I have been on a major Heyer binge, what with the ebook sale on Amazon, and I'm taking a short break from the Georgians and Regencies to revisit a few mysteries. Behold, Here's Poison is next because of Randall. Oh Randall. I don't think I will ever outgrow my pre-adolescent crush on Randall.