Vornorrington?

That was the *weirdest* dream I've had in a long time.

Dreamed I was watching the third Pirates of the Caribbean movie last night. It was really good. Until Elizabeth said something about "back in Vorbarr Sultana," and I completely lost my disbelief guywires.

Turns out the whole set of movies takes place on Barrayar back during the Time of Isolation.

At least it does when I'm asleep...

rushing to a climax

*The* climax, actually. My gosh. I didn't think it was ever going to happen. Really. Well into Chapter 30 as of last night. Forward momentum isn't half of it. So editing 28 and so forth will just have to wait till I've got all the scaffolding up through how-much-ever-farther this has to go before I run out of steam. Or book. Or something.

How very bizarre.

In other non-news, I finally cleaned out the front flower bed and put in some new plants (pansies), which means I'm going to have to water daily for a while until they get settled in, but which also means that I'll have color in that bed until almost Christmas, so that's a good thing. I still haven't finished piecing the crane quilt, but I *will* have it sandwiched before--

I'm going back to Yellowstone in September. It only got set up last week, and there was a cancellation, so I've got three nights at a cabin at Old Faithful, and two nights at a cabin at Mammoth Hot Springs, which was quite a coup at such short notice. If *anyone* is shocked at this choice of destination, well, you obviously don't know me very well [g]. The unusual part about it is that I'm actually taking someone with me this time. My beta reader is flying out. And she is now going to see all those places she's been reading about for the last year and a half. I hope I don't bore her to tears over it all, but she's never been there before, so hopefully it will work out. She seems excited about it all, anyway.

26 days [g].