Tired, tired, tired

[dswdiane]

 Gee that seems to be my condition to often these days. I guess writing a novel while working  full time is a lot, maybe. Not to mentions maintaining important relationships. 

Still watching the vid over and over and over. Love something I wrote today.

""I have to make sure I have all my dissertation stuff—Gonna check my office—" Methos ran for the stairs.

"Toothbrush," Duncan called after him. "Comb. Shaving kit. Socks."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Methos called back. "Been packing longer than—" His voice trailed off.

"Been doing everything longer than anyone," Duncan grumbled quietly. "Still forgot every single one of those items the last time we went somewhere."

Joe grinned. "I bet he used yours from toothbrush to socks."

"Yeah. Well, I won't, damn it to hell, be along on this trip." Duncan sighed. "Thanks for taking the night off from the bar and staying to help out, Joe. I'm gonna run downstairs and check his bag. I'll bet he packed three pairs of jeans and two of my sweaters. It's chilly this time of year in Paris. He'll need layers."

Richie stared after Duncan as he ducked into the lift and pulled the door down.

"They're really like married, aren't they?" he said in a wondering voice.

Joe laughed. "You haven't been around much since they started living together, have you? Yeah, they are. And I often suspect they're at least emotionally poly with Connor. He practically lives here."

"Poly?" Richie's mouth dropped open. "Mac?"

"Yeah, Rich," Joe said gently. "People love who they love—Infinite diversity in infinite combinations."

Richie still looked perplexed. "Isn't that a 'Star Trek' thing?"

"Starting, personally, to believe it should be an everyone thing," Joe said in matter of fact tones. 

I agree with Joe. And I'm gonna crash. Want to get tomorrow to watch HL episodes with a group. And annoy Lissa. And I don't mean that. Much.