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The first part of Afterlife last night was spooky, and that's me saying it. The concept of an event so heinous that it causes echoes before it happens...

Mim and I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory last night. I went home early, we put Abbi to bed, said goodbye to babysitting Mother-In-Law, and went to the Classic.
Someone mixed some bad acid in with the sherbert... but it worked. Willie was just plain spooky, especially when no-one was watching him and his daffy air vanished as he thoughtfully studied the children.

We got home do discover Mother-In-Law in distraction. Susannah had gotten upset the minute we walked out the door, refused to be settled, had woken Abbi, and had then thrown up all over MiL. "I told you she was evil," I said, "but did anyone believe me...?"
Susannah calmed down almost immediately as we walked back in the door.
Apparantly MiL had been nagging Mim about the baby clothes and chuck rags all over the living room. Then last night, when Susannah emptied her stomach, and MiL was looking around desperately for some clean clothes and some chuck rags... See? it's not laziness, it's practical.

Then this morning last night at 4:00am, Susannah woke again and refused to go back to sleep. Which meant that neither Mim nor I could sleep either. Even when we got a nap, it was too short to be of any use. Then she threw up all over me.

Blah.



In other news, given that I am unusually chatty, and have been enthused to work on several projects simultaneously, and make progress in all of them, and am sleepy, but not particularly tired, I suspect I am experiencing mild mania. I'll attempt to enjoy it while it lasts, and try and buffer for the inevitable downswing.