I seem to have lost my disc stacker. This is problematic. It had all my burnt discs in it, so I now have no Fawlty Towers, Boston Legal, A Bit of Fry and Laurie, Black Books, and a lot less Takarazuka than I did. Such is the state of my hormones at the moment that I kind of really want to cry about this. Which is ridiculous. They are just DVDs, and are not worth crying over.
Otherwise, life is going well. Assignments are progressing at a painfully slow rate, but definitely progressing. My suburb did not flood, nor did any of the roads suffer any major damage. J has found a job that is right up her alley, so she is applying for it and praying. It is freezing here tonight, so I get to snuggle up in my pjs under my doona.