No, it wasn’t a depressive bout. Just trying to get work caught up. And yes, I have to resort to affirmations, but here goes: Yeh me! Caught up on all my billing! Let the money flow! It is insane how much pleasure I derive by having a desktop screenshot of my online character Vorthus dancing under a byline of “You are the Billing Queen!”. If those are the tricks that I rely on to get me through the drudgery, so be it.

Despite my best efforts and a modest portion of sturm and drang, we made it. On the plane. Both of us did our arias on how we weren’t going to go, but I am going to totally jinx the vacation and state that we might actually enjoy it. Some work crises imminently threatened our plans but the help took care of things. I know, I know, it’s almost queer. As a red-blooded depressive I usually anticipate the violin strings of impending doom, such is the soundtrack of my life, but everyone keeps assuring me that I can and will — if I choose — have a nice time in Hawaii. We’ll see. It is also fashionable to be skeptical.

I’m not a fan of aerial travel, but my iPod Mr. Mistoffelees has been extremely helpful. Caught up on six episodes of Ugly Betty. I adore the show, the entire cast, the writing, everything! Giggling in flight, I’m sure, is gauche, but the show is just so well done. Mr. M has also behooved my Ms. Amos addiction. I finally downloaded Sleeps With Butterflies (very appropriate considering the flight references) and have been happily looping for days. I literally was lulled to sleep by the song a bit ago. Still, four hours logged to Seattle and another six? seven to Maui. Ugh.

Might go to Kuai for the sites, grand canyon? and “Movie Tour”. Some private time with the bf on V-day. Will return to the site of the near-drowning. See if it bears up to memory and lore.

I will return to The Noonday Demon soon. It will be an appropriate counterbalance to all the bliss of Paradise.