I've been listening to a lot of music the past couple of days. Wide variety according to my mood, and my mood has been shifting quite frequently lately. The Who, to Blue Oyster Cult, to Beethoven, to Charlotte Church, to KISS, to TransSiberian Orchestra, to more Beethoven... played the Chorale over and over and over, then played "God Gave Rock and Roll to You" over and over and over.

My mood has been very strange lately. Can't quite figure it out.

I spent much of yesterday evening searching through old backup disks for the latest version of my book in electronic medium. (I have a few hardcopies, but a variety of hard drive crashes have killed many copies of the novel on 'puter and I was heinously afraid that the only backup I was going to have was a pre-edit version that needs quite a bit of work.) Fortunately I hit pay dirt fairly early on and have the latest and greatest version on my computer now.

Perhaps that is part of my exceedingly strange mood--maybe I'm simply getting geared up to dive into serious writing again. I've been having the oddest little mini-adrenaline dumps all day long for no discernable reason other than that I spent much time thinking over varous plot lines while my trainee drove mindlessly around town. (At first I thought the adrenaline dumps were due to the fact that I had given over control of my vehicle to a trainee, but his driving really isn't all that bad.)

One of the presents Mom gave me yesterday came in a bag with all sorts of baby-type pictures on it--the kind of bag you'd put a baby-shower present in.

I peered at it dubiously. "Am I having a baby?"
Mom just grinned.
"Do I have a baby I don't know about? I have children?"
"Just open it!" she said with exasperation.
Inside was an envelope, and upon opening it I discovered a gift certificate for an extraordinary amount of money to the local gun/police-supply shop. I made some strange garbled noises while Mom said, "That's enough to buy the baby Glock you wanted." (For the uninitiated, a Baby Glock is another term for the Glock 26, a 9mm pistol.)

I knew I had the coolest Mom in the world!

Lest anyone take the title of this entry too seriously... No. Not a chance. And Not Possible considering the lack of certain Necessary Events!