Two words that say it all when it comes to excuses for missing the Dear Diary entry tonight.

I'm away from tomorrow and haven't had a chance to pack yet, so I'm afraid I don't have time to conceive and write 'Bike' tonight. I'm away for a week.

Sorry to disappoint any readers/bike addicts.

Hugs,

Angharad.

Now, I had originally not planned on this series. But, as folks seem to like it, it'll continue. How it continues, however...

Okay, I will endeavour to post one entry per day. The question I have for folks is do they want this 1 per day to be the standard or an "at least" situation?

Yesterday, around 7 am, I was driving home from work and I made a huge mistake and I hit a school bus in the rear end. I hit my head pretty good and I was having neck pain so they took me to the hospital. I had x-rays and a catscan, they thought I might have a fractured neck. Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm just going be be very, very sore for a few days. I totaled the van.

I have returned from a semi successful surgery on my liver, the surgeons removed approx 80 % of my liver and have now placed me on a wait list for a liver transplant. I am at a point of a slow recovery here in the hospital. I have a private room and therfore have access to my laptop.

When stanman63 mentioned in a comment on the latest chapter of my story, Madam Martinique's Finishing School, how it reminded him of a combination of Aunt Jane's Season's House (the original story appears to have written by Joel Lawrence) and Karen Page's SPA series (aka A New Style of Education, it got me curious.

For the three people to whom it may matter, the third part of 'Oh, Cheers', will be delayed.

though not without incident. A couple of really bad things, about which I have already blogged, marred what was, otherwise, a dream for me. I am slowly coming to grips with the passing of my Mom, and I will be okay. My heartfelt thanks go out to everyone who posted comments to my blog entries about it.

But:

I'm so glad some people actually like the story I'm currently working on for Big Closet. I've wanted to try my hand at writing some TG fiction again, to try and get the bad taste out of my mouth from the last time I posted something on Fictionmania. Luckily for me, this time, People are not tearing the story up for having smoking content (yet).

Please everyone, PRAY to whomever or whatever you believe in, or even if you don't believe. Pray for Kim and PRAY for her to come home.

-Piper

Kim Updates @ Piper's Blog

Whenever I have tried to gain access to the Tucker Spawn Forum, I haven been unable to. The system says that it is taking too long to respond. Am the only one with this problem? Has the server gone down? Funny thing is that Ellen Hayes site is still up.

Why doesn't it feel like love?

I just had this exchange with my Son. I imagine that it is nothing new to some of you. How do you put an end to this?

Dear Dad,

When I left home to join the Navy, I thought I was getting out
from beneath authority so I could be my own boss.... "At last,
FREEDOM!!!", I thought. I didn't hate you, but I thought I could do

Ever since I was very young I have told myself stories before going to sleep (though sometimes I get so involved in them they keep me awake). For the last couple of decades many of these have been about the two Bloomacre brothers - one a musician/composer/instrument maker and the other a mathematician turned mercenary - set against a fantasy background similar to Europe's wars of the reformation, where a church based on magic oppresses those who eschew it as a perversion of their faith.

I received a call from my sister this morning, telling me that Mom is under heavy sedation, and slowly fading. Apparently there is nothing more they can do for her, except to make her last hours peaceful.

I've felt bad all night and all day. Sick at my stomach and with no energy at all. I think I may have picked up a stomach bug besides the cold I got on the plane. I didn't sleep well last night and I've done nothing much but sleep today and yet I'm tired.