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TGI...M? And a Jooster Rec you must read.
I never thought I'd actually say this, but thank God the weekend's over. I'm actually happy to see Monday morning for once, because that was... not the most fun I've had on a weekend; let's just say that. Between Dad's problems and my insomnia and the horrible headaches I was having (the kind that radiate down into your neck and shoulders and make you feel as though a boa constrictor is squeezing your brains), it was not a restful time.

The good news: Dad finally passed the stone yesterday, and he's now at home, resting. Or at least he's supposed to be resting; he's so damned glad to be feeling good that he's already called me to report that he's done the vacuuming without any pain. (If only my mother could get him to always be so enthusiastic about the chores.) He's been warned by his doctor to be alert for signs of further stones (once you have them once, you're more likely to have them again), and he's been warned by me and my mother that if he ever again ignores mysterious pain for more than a day before mentioning it, he won't have to worry about whether or not it's fatal, because we'll kill him. ;-)

Anyway, thanks again to all of you for the support. I can't tell you what it meant to me to see your messages when I checked in, and Dad was touched when I told him that my online friends were pulling for him as well. (He knows that I blog; he just doesn't know quite what I write about. Which is probably fortunate for all of us.) Once again, I marvel at the greatness of the flist!

I spent last night unwinding and trying to get some ideas from my poor muddled brain to the page. Strangely, with all the sitting and waiting and not-really-sleeping, it was a fruitful weekend for ideas, so I hope that will translate into some productive writing when I have the time. I was also cheered and enthralled last night by the wonderful Jeeves/Wooster story keladry_lupin recommended last week, and I finally had a chance to read: The Long Road, by tridenture. THANK YOU for the rec, Kel! I adored it, and it was the perfect distraction. Highly recced to anybody on the flist who has even a passing interest in Jeeves and Bertie.


Although I love the Jeeves stories, I hadn't read much fanfic featuring Jeeves and Bertie, for whatever reason. Well, this story might just have bitten me with the bug, because it's that unexpected and good. I will warn you: though it might sound odd, this is not the kind of silly, fluffy fic you'd expect from the fandom. It's actually quite angsty, although I promise you that it's excellent, hurt/comforty angst and that it's worth putting your heart through the wringer to read it. This is not to say that there aren't some wonderfully witty, humorous beats, because there are, but since some people are angst sensitive, I thought I'd warn.

I won't say more, because I don't want to spoil it for those of you who read it, but one of the things I loved best about the story was how emotionally and psychologically real it felt. Tridenture managed to pull off the tricky task of keeping both men deeply in character and yet fleshing them out into genuine, complex, sometimes vulnerable human beings with pasts and hopes and burdens that even they don't totally understand. It's poignant. It's creative. It's good. Read it! You won't be sorry.

Right. I need to get some things in order, and then I'm off. Good Mondays are wished to all of you!