I’m up late again, or early, depending on how you view my almost non-existent sleeping habits. Had a lot of stuff on my mind lately, and it’s hard to sleep with the brain circling around.
I haven’t posted about this here yet, but last week, Milo was back at the vet’s, being enucleated.

Betty Driver, the actress who played Betty (Turpin) Williams on Coronation Street, died on Saturday October 15th at the age of 91. She was as well a fixture at the Rover’s Return as the pulls, and there longer than anyone else still on the show. I mean, behind the bar… for 42 years. Her last episode aired this past May.

One of my authors, someone who is entitled to find me, drag me out to the woodshed and carve me up for passage into another world – KV Taylor – posted this to Twitter, and I HAD to stick it up here! Tee hee…

Thanks Katey! LOVE it!

… to seek out new life, new civilizations… to boldly go where no sane person has gone before.
21 days until Nanowrimo!
(which I will participate in, providing I have everything caught up by then)

As a lot of folks know, I’ve been feeling very out of it for quite a while. I really began feeling unwell in June, but chalked it up to hay fever, sinus and regular migraines. Work suffered, personal life suffered, everything was suffering.
In July, I broke a molar. In early August, I think, I broke a wisdom tooth – same side, right beside the molar. I couldn’t understand the rate of decay and the very weakness of the teeth, considering they were the best I had not long ago. Okay, …