Had a party for Jessa this evening to celebrate the last birthday she'll ever have ... or at least she claims that the counting stops here. Much fun - I like her friends, and I think we all got along famously, even those who arrived knowing only the birthday girl.

Now I'm back, it's late, and there's something large crawling on my ceiling. Bleh. Ignorance is bliss when it comes to things like this. If I wasn't habitually paranoid, I wouldn't have noticed, especially since it's been six months since I moved here and this is the first I've seen. But that is the way of phobias. Bleh, bleh, bleh.