jay_moose

So, here's what i know.

New York is home. Yeah, i knew that..but..it's always good to have a reaffirmation of one's belief.

Since getting in on Thursday, every night i've had a good night's sleep. Even if i stay up a little longer, when i close my eyes, i'm out for the count within 10 minutes.

In Arizona, i'm up for hours before i finally sleep.

Also, in Arizona i've been having particularly bad anxiety before bed. Not here, no sirree. I'm just...relaxed. Comfortable in my own skin. And that's even without being 'on my own.'

I finally got to meet the famed soullessginger , and i must say, Erica has the best choice in her people

Today is an absolutely beautiful day. Got up at a reasonable time, relaxed, played with Erica's cats. (Another bonus. I always sleep better when i have animals with me. And as much as Charlie's snores vibrate, it's not quite the subtle soothing of a cat purr.) Talked to Mom on the phone, trying to clear up some frustration regarding the vet bill from boarding the dogs.

That's a whole 'nother ball game, and i'm feeling a bit too good to vent.

I organized my stuff, then grabbed leftover pizza, a drink, and a book and headed outside.

Okay, time for some severe happiness. I was browsing Erica's bookshelves, when i spotted a book i've been searching the stores/library quite some time for.

It's called 'Wake up, Sir!' by Alan Blair. It's basically modern day Jeeves and Wooster....sans the Wooster. A man from NJ has a valet named Jeeves (said valet confirms that he comes from a line of Jeeves', and that he's not the Wodehousian paragon. My headcanon begs to differ). Alan is basically Bertie in the 1990s, American, and most definitely having a sexuality crisis.

Anyway, i don't remember ever cracking open a book, and grinning like a maniac for hours straight.

But now i need to write fic. My thoughts:

Jeeves is really Jeeves-Jeeves, not a descendant, but he goes along with that story because, well, "Hello, my name is Jeeves, i was a valet in the 1920s, and haven't aged a day, but i'm still the same man." There's going to be a bit of bittersweet/angstyness on Jeeves' behalf, seeing Alan so much like Bertie, but knowing he's not his beloved employer from ye olde days.

And maybe Alan finding out about Bertie, and wondering if he's some sort of 'stand in'.

That, or Alan as Bertie reincarnated. In my head, it's not so far from the truth.

The old lemon throbbed fiercely, as Wodehouse once wrote.

Well, for now, i just got in from outside. I've found a sunny spot in Erica's room as i write this. I've got cats for company.