Intimate apparel that has been flung to all corners of a room is more distressing than papers that have toppled or boxes that need lids on. This is worth knowing. Also worth doing is putting together a profile of the character of the thief. He is appearing in a novel, and dying a nasty death - of this I am quite certain.
I started today with an email in which I was called names. I'm so not going into it except that I am not guilty of what I am supposed to be guilty of and it topped off my week (and now the person is going to be upset that I mentioned it in public, even though I have not said who it is or what they were talking about - this is, after all, one of those months). Normally I would just bite my tongue, but I suspect I'm a bit closer to the edge than I want to be. My eye and teeth are making my body vulnerable, the thief made my physical surrounds vulnerable and now my character is vulnerable. Also, I have PMT and things *hurt*.
Now that I've grouched, I'll get on with things. If I can fix the idiot stuff, then I can get back to things that matter, like writing and research and worrying about my friends (two of my closest friends need much hugging and support this week - our planets are misaligned, or something).
Last night (just to be fair) was very good indeed. I don't often get out for social events, so dinner and a CSFG meeting were quite magic, especially when it meant time with Janeen, who I don't get to see nearly often enough (for we live a long way apart). I get social life again tomorrow, which means that today is the day I have to get everything under control here. And it isn't. It really isn't. But it will be.