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Well, my brother has sort of moved in. He's spending more time down here than up in the Cities - and the adjustment is proving a bit difficult for both of us. Meals, for one thing. He likes full, regular meals; I'm a grazer. And what he eats and what I eat are not really compatible. And while I use the TV for white noise - a whole afternoon of Family Guy reruns is enough to make me seriously consider loading my rifle. Whether it will be aimed at the TV or my brother is up for grabs...

But we're both trying. He's gone up to the Cities today for a photo show (did I mention he's sold a couple photos he's taken now? For some decent pocket change, too! Yes, I'm very proud of him :D) so I have the day to myself. For what it's worth, since I have to sleep for part of it due to working again tonight. But I'm going to be working on the back bedroom, getting it at least organized a bit. And then Sunday through Tuesday we're going to get the last of the yardwork done, so I won't have that clawing at my conscience any more :p

Needless to say, my writing the last couple of days has suffered. I've worked on notes and short scenes during my lunch breaks, and when he's occupied elsewhere, but it's really hard for me to concentrate with someone else in close proximity. Even though he's not, it feels like he's staring over my shoulder. Not conducive to the thoughts I'm having about this killing or that maiming... ;-) I have a feeling that once I get moved into my room, I'm going to go bananas with it, though. I'm really itching to be able to sit down and write and not have to stop unless I want to. :D