I finally remembered what happened this weekend (sick child and stress and exhaustion) and the bad news is I feel it sneaking up on me now.
Onto the writing: I hit a breakthrough on the story I'm writing on for the parsec contest. I wrote the ending first and now I'm on the beginning which is weird for me but a change in routine is good for the brain. It confuses the muse, but she gets into the swing of it. I think it amuses her. The title is Watering the Black Violas, and it wound its way into science fiction. The original ending I wrote is already obsolete, but that's all right. It helped me find my path for this story which I can't wait to share.