Today isn't a day off. Today I have to get some writing done. There's one story left to draft, two major ones left to revise, and then several to look over again.
Tomorrow, I may end up actually going to CapriCon; I'm supposed to call someone today and ask if she can give me a ride. I sort of want to do that and get the plans settled, but it just seems rude to call anyone before 10 on a Saturday, even though there's a decent chance she's already up and either leaving or left for the convention. Sigh.
On the plus side, I got two interesting books yesterday -- that cookbook Meriko recommended, which is full of tasty-looking recipes (all with the calories already counted for you, hooray), and an early novel by Molly Gloss, which looks like a YA book. I hadn't realized that when I ordered it, but hey, I'm not complaining. I'm going to work later, I promise, but I don't want to work yet, and reading some of that sounds like a perfect way to start a Saturday.
Kevin made beer last night, for the first time in years. The whole apartment smells like...hops? I think that's what that smell is. Bearable, but a bit intense.