Reading The Power Of Myth, by Joseph Campbell.  It's a compilation of a series of interviews Bill Moyers did with Campbell before his death.  I plan on picking up more of Campbell's books; the man was fascinating. 

Home today with a sore throat from sinus drainage.  I can't stop coughing without drugs.  Oddly, this is the same creeping crud I was complaining about in August.  I think it's segued into a sinus infection.  Bleah.

World Con was so much fun we're all planning on going next year.  And I think once a year is enough for me.  Holy cow. It  was fun but exhausting.

The American ambassador to Libya has been killed in a rocket attack on the embassy in Benghazi, along with three other Americans.  And Romney's politicizing it.  A businessman who doesn't want anyone to examine his business record.  What a sorry excuse for a man.

Poor as a churchmouse until I get paid on Saturday.  I do so suck at budgeting.  Thank God the library's free, and the truck payment is made, and Comcast is already paid for, and I have so much fabric on hand I'll be sewing for months before I need to buy more.  The loom needs dressing, two knitting projects in the wings, and I have to prep for my netting class next week with stuff I've already got.  I have enough food in the house to feed myself and cats and dogs.  Life is good.  I just have nothing in my pockets.  Well, except my phone, which I've been using to text people all day since my throat is too sore to talk much.

I've spent the day sleeping and babying my throat, and just generally wimping out.  I feel much better (although I sound like Mickey Mouse) and back to work I go tomorrow.  Just by bus, since I have no gas in the car. :D