Barb is coming down to stay at the Big Broken Box™ this next week.
Sasha will be mostly gone to house-sit for her sister.
I have a honkular buttload of stuff to do for CONvergence.
Anything to do with the house is just gonna have to be on hold until after the con.
Something to consider is that I am in an... um... easily distracted state that seems to be rather long-term. And I will be going to a convention, where most of my saturday will be taken up with working (I'm doing Masquerade tech for those who didn't know), which will finally unhook sometime Saturday evening.
Which traditionally is the evening at the convention where the most flesh is exposed and the heaviest flirting commences.
I could be in serious trouble.
I should probably wear a shirt with a warning that is prominently displayed. (Does anyone know the Klingon phrase for "Thinks With His Penis"?)