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Now that I've had a chance to bare my soul to my beloved Owyn, and make sure that no misunderstandings arise, I can lay out some more details as to what occurred during the con.

I was out of the public eye for most all of the day Sunday; even though it was the final day of the con, there proved to be greater things in the works than I'd bargained on. I summarized it fairly concisely in an email that went to R... I'll go ahead and include it here...

( The body of the email... which may or may not be Too Much Information, depending on your world and life views... )

There -is- one other person I need to have a talk with, but Mari's player doesn't seem to want to read along here, and seems determined to avoid anything that tinges on 'real' with anyone besides themselves, so... that one's a 'whenever' one. Basically, I'm in a situation where nothing has changed, even though EVERYTHING has changed. My priorities still are what they were; weight, then cigs, then hair removal, then hormones, then surgery. My immediate tasks (cleaning this house, for example) are still there. But... well, today is a good example. I hurt like hell... literally, I feel like I've been run over by a log truck... but I'm cheerful, upbeat, smiling.

I'm warm.

After being cold inside for so very long, I can't even begin to describe the sensation. But I knew I needed to try, given that the response I was getting from everyone was (as R so aptly put it) DETAILS!!!. :P

*hugs*

I'm going to take a break for a bit, and stomp on badguybutt in Diablo II. Then I need to crank back into the laundry. I've a lot to get done... but somehow it no longer looks like the Matterhorn...

~Ellie-chan

The Changes Keep Coming...

Had a long heart-to-heart with Megan this afternoon.

She's thrilled to see some life in my eyes again; apparently she'd begun to wonder if I was going to just slip away one night while she slept and fling myself off a bridge. We're long past the point of her fretting over not being able to be what I need (and vice versa), but I hadn't realized that -she- had figured it out as well. So things -seem- to be much more civil today... which makes me wonder if it really has been -me- that's been the problem since the beginning. Ah well.

We've realigned some of the household chores; this week's project is to reclaim the kitchen counters, and she's promised to get the dishes done this weekend and keep them done. In return, I'll be going back to cooking dinner for us, instead of eating fast food. I've laid out what my priorities are for cleaning, and listened to her comments and suggestions and retooled them a bit. Hopefully by the end of -next- week, the kitchen /AND/ the bedroom will be clean, and all the laundry caught up and put away.

Then I can focus on excavating the living room, so that poor Ryn-chan has a place to sleep when she visits next month.

I'm still warm. It's... astounding. I'd forgotten... and I know there's so much more, in time, and... well, I'm enthusiastic to say the least.

I'm having my 1 soda with dinner tonight; everything else today has been water (over a gallon so far) and one 16oz decafe tea. I WILL get the weight off. There is no other path.

In other news...

• Mistress? I have your clipboard. It had gotten left in the rental car. I'll send it with the lighter, if that's okie?
• Bits of my family seem to be doing meet-and-greet in the comments threads lately. It's good to see.
• At the moment, I have no pictures of me in the dress. The disposable camera I'd brought was a casualty (somehow it got crushed). There's another con in 3.5 weeks, though, so be patient, please?
• WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Um... I think that's it.

*HUGS!*
~Ellie-chan