Hi!

It’s the calm before the relative storm over here at Hixx central.

I’ve been a frickin’ machine today, working my toots off, writing, re-writing, writing again, checking facts, checking EVERYTHING. My lord.

And worst of all, I chose to start reading Lucifer’s Hammer, a nifty end-of-the-world book that I cannot put down. The comet is about to hit earth, and I swear to pete its making me actually nervous in my every day life, giving me this weird sense of urgency that I’m using to my best advantage.

Big TV night tonight! Gossip Girl, America’s Next Top Model…something else…Top Chef! Oh my lord…

I’ve decided that my love affair with Damages has EVERYTHING to do with Ted Danson. He wasn’t in it much last week, and I didn’t love it last week. He was all over it last night and he is ASTOUNDING. I’ve never had a crush on Mr. Sam Malone, just not my type, but man, he is so studly and weak and strong and that distinguished gray hair and I just love him on Damages. Love.

I have got to start concentrating on my outside appearance. In some ways I think I’ve been concentrating so much on my brain these past few months, any minute I’m going to turn into one of those weird Wife Swap wives who have decided it doesn’t matter how you look, only what goes on inside. And although I find that valiant, I need to put on a little eye makeup for petes sakes.

John and I leave for Los Angeles a week from tomorrow for a wedding of a very old friend of mine (she’s 86!...kidding). Never been to L.A. I’m fascinated.

Final Apes tomorrow night…eek! I’m ready…

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