Mmrm.

No work done on the short the last couple of days. Got annwyd's character for the PBEM, discussing a little legwork oneironaut's character is doing pre-PBEM. So that's at least something creativeish.

Still no plants. Growmph. Where is my papyrus? Where are my lilies?

Terribly horribly angstful about my brother. He's going in to the doctor on Wednesday morning for his diagnostic. It's going to require a general anesthetic, for one thing. Dad called me yesterday to let me know how things were going; apparently James vomited up a pint of blood the other day. They called the doctors, who said, in essence, "Oh, if we've got our diagnosis right, that's normal!"

We Are Not Reassured.

Phones. Yikes.

Called Lilypons to ask them about frost dates and shipment on my order. This will, of course, activate my secret superpower and mean that the order will show before customer service calls me back. Except that it won't now that I've actually mentioned it, though I didn't actually do this on purpose.

I throw my secret superpower into a Schroedinger box. And blither incoherently at customer service; I have an awfully disorganised brain even when I'm not trying to make phone calls.

Also called my brother and left message on his voicemail. Then emailed him to tell him that I'd left a message on his voicemail, because his voicemail's flaky. I hope he's doing all right.

I made two phone calls. I'm so proud. And twitchy. Even though Jamie's phone number is in my cellphone brain, and thus significantly less scary.