I must say, this is most annoying. I managed to get Uncle Reggie's affairs in order to the point where I felt as though I could return to my post at UCLA, made the airplane reservations, etc. I was feeling rather impatient, after Dylan's last phone call detailing the alarming events occuring in Los Angeles ( Read more... )

Uncle Reggie's rehabilitation is going slowly but surely. The doctors now believe he will have a nearly complete recovery. I've gotten his finances straightened out, with a bit of advice on dumping certain bad investments from Ethan. So, once he can sign his name again, I should be free to return to my job ( Read more... )

I recieved a phone call from Dylan yesterday, catching me up on the news from Los Angeles. Thanks to Willow, Angel is safely re-ensouled, but not without doing an immense amount of psychological damage first. Chief among his concerns is that Angelus threatened Taylor in a rather twisted fashion; however, he has taken measures to protect him by ( Read more... )

Uncle Reggie's financial records are a total disaster. I spent the week trying to sort out how much he had in all the different accounts he has squirreled away here and there. And fighting with the health care system to get him into a halfway decent rehabilitation center. The doctors don't know if he will regain his ability to speak and write or ( Read more... )

I received a call from home. My mother's brother had a stroke. He never married, has no children of his own, and it seems that his living will gives me durable power of attorney. I'm scratching my head wondering if he ever actually mentioned that to me. According to Mother he is unable to write at the moment, and I am needed to sort out financial ( Read more... )

I went to one of Oz's band's gigs last night with Rhia, Destiny, Gia and Gabe. While there, we met up with Zorak, an old friend of Rhia's (and from the banter I began to wonder just how old the fellow was!) and his date, Sierra Stevens. She is a bright young woman, working on a book about demons. I suppose Sunnydale is the place to do it. ( Read more... )

I'm back to a bit of a routine, thank heavens. Insurance will cover my destroyed car, and I have a rental at the moment. There have been no more strange disappearances at the museum, and the student intern has not returned. Unfortunately, the key never turned up either, so there is every possibility that it might be used again. I wonder if Gabe ( Read more... )

I'm too bloody old to go even one night without sleep, let alone three or four. Hence, I spent most of the weekend sleeping to catch up, and I still feel a bit like I just flew in from Heathrow. I did speak to Willow on the phone and she assured me the spell had been broken. It turns out that that Jonathan fellow they went to school with had some ( Read more... )

Well, that was not my finest hour, that's for certain. Buffy never showed up at the Magic Box Tuesday night, and I kept researching all night long. Completely wide awake, yet getting more and more confused with each passing hour until I quite convinced that the sleeplessness had been caused by a Gaki named Sahjean sucking all the melatonin and ( Read more... )

I've had no word from Buffy regarding the fact that nobody in Sunnydale can sleep. However, Joan stopped by with a pixie, who I thought was Yuffie for a moment but apparently is his double from the evil pixie dimension (not that the dimension I visited wasn't evil!) and was Joan's hostage.(?) I decided I didn't need to know the details ( Read more... )