thirty days to go

Hopefully boychild will be off to the park w/ respite person this afternoon.

Have made gluten-and-dairy-free banana muffins for him; he seems to enjoy them. Feel almost domestic.

Pain as usual in usual places. This part gets boring.

Mixed fresh clickies:

knitted cork gnomes. CUTEST EVER, from the most awesome and fantastic starsong.

The toaster museum.

From the most excellent paradoxhorizon, who shares my taste in garden statues: Assorted Garden Creatures. The zombie is particularly cool. Do Want.

To do today: pack up packages to mail (my endless apologies to anyone who is expecting things from me: getting to the post office is kind of becoming difficult and you can damn well bet it's pissing me off. Boy has offered to mail these for me tomorrow.), finish current ficlet, beta things, if I'm really lucky a nap, fold the damn laundry. God, my life is thrilling.

combinatorial mathematics

title: combinatorial mathematics
author: phinnia
rating: r-ish
pairing: house/wilson, house/cuddy, wilson/cuddy, house/wilson/cuddy
disclaimer: a wandering minstrel i, a thing of shreds and patches. I own nothing.
prompt: cuddy_fest: house/cuddy/wilson - morning routines
author's note: Sequel to/set in the Gradual Addition 'verse. many thanks to my first readers who assured me that my anxiety is unwarranted.

( monday, wednesday, thursday, sunday. )

a simple equation

phinnia +methadone + heat = whee, loopyhighdizzy.