My goddaughter's birthday party was last weekend, but her 1st birthday is Saturday. Not sure what I'll wind up doing, but I imagine when I start to lose my grip on reality, I'll head over there with a small gift.
I've felt some vague desire to write the last few days. Not SGA, but NCIS: someone going over to Gibbs' house, finding the door locked and peering through a window to see a new TV secured to the wall with an array of kids' toys on the floor. New couch, baby gates, etc. I think my brain has latched onto all the 'Gibbs raises Tony' stories and turned it into a more... canon compliant Gibbs/Tony + Tali. Then I pull out a scrap of paper while I do the records scanning at work (scanner is in the kennel and out of sight of my coworkers) and my brain goes, "Erm, maybe later." Frustrating, that, but it might come spilling out once the stress of the semester is over.
As for fic, I've had the attention span of a pez candy this week and haven't read much, let alone written. We'll see what Saturday brings, but I have gotten back to commenting on the fic prompt comms I follow. I try to remember to check the LJ app before morning appointments; I'm going to have to remember to charge up the Kindle so I can have it for my lunch break. (Which... anyone have some book recs? I've been re-reading Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter when I can get myself to focus.)
Chester... I'm still feeling sad when I think about him, still not interested in listening to anything but Linkin Park on repeat. That, too, has been why I'm having trouble getting focused. But I know, as with the time after my brother passed, it ebbs.