actually you're the sanest person I've ever known

( cut for discussion of mental health )

Speaking of the sun, it's very warm. Work is.... quite dull, at the moment; I have no files of my own, for reasons that are kind of depressing to go into, so I'm pottering along doing not much of anything. Wedding planning marches on and is far outpacing me. (Everyone's got an opinion! But I don't. I don't really have any opinions about anything.) I am supposed to be doing a thousand things, both right now and in the general case, and instead I am sitting here gently overheating and idly plotting what a Vorkosigan/M*A*S*H fusion AU would look like.

(Why I am doing this, I don't know. But remember the bit right at the beginning with the eleven (seventeen? some number, anyway) uterine replicators the Barrayarans have been given to deal with at the prison camp? Imagine the military field hospital attached to the camp - dedicated, but anarchic, and by this point in the war, very cranky - who are suddenly tasked with the responsibility. Yeah.)

The sun is shining; I am going to Edinburgh tomorrow; I am, at least, still writing; still here, still here, still here.