To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive

A first date, some dancing, some admissions.

"Why now? What made you decide today to accept?"

A collection of unrelated ficlets about Jadzia and Julian doing the unglamorous parts of science. An excuse to write them as the adorable nerds they are.

"Make you a bet. If the war's really over, you come back with me to Boston."

What might have followed if a certain late-night conversation in "A Rumor of Peace" had zigged instead of zagged.

"How'd you do it? What does it take to stay married for twenty-five years?" From 1994 to 1969, McMurphy and Richard figure it out as they go along. Backwards structure stolen with love from the season three episode "Holly's Choice." A post-series AU where Richard never got the call from Boston in "I Could Have Danced All Night...But Didn't."

"'We'? I fail to recall the point at which I was brought into this baby-making enterprise of yours."

Peggy doesn't need anyone else's approval. That doesn't mean it can't feel damn good when she gets it.

Colleen McMurphy loses a little more of her innocence in Vietnam. Or, how McMurphy and Richard became drinking buddies.

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This has certainly been a successful vacation so far. I have:

1. Gotten to a point where I consistently get 2-3 revolutions on a forward scratch spin, and can usually enter it with only a half-revolution on two feet,

2. Finished a complete draft of the angst!fic (uhhh, except for these two scenes that popped into my head last night and insisted they would be good additions, but anyway),

3. Rewatched all of CB S4 and catalogued good/useful shots for vid-making purposes.

I'm off work through the end of the week, so hopefully I can make some headway on revising this angst!fic and on making the first of two vids I have planned.

I thought about doing an end-of-year meme, but really, what is there to say that hasn't already been said here in the past twelve months? 2014 threw a lot at me, from a promotion at work to a nasty series of health problems to my first foray into private skating lessons. (It's hard to believe I only switched from group classes to privates in February. It feels like much longer.)

Admittedly, many of the health dramas were of my own making, because I decided that 30 was the year I was going to fix myself and clear up all the nagging problems that had been plaguing me for decades. So the laparascopic surgery was on me, the allergy shots (and thus reactions) were on me, and in some respects the giant hemorrhaging episode was on me, since I did request bc that did a better job managing my endo (though I don't think I should be held accountable for the antibiotic interactions that screwed things up). Bronchitis and one ER visit were totally not my fault, though.

May 2015 bring you all good health and great joys.