Eddie Cahill's Hockey Woe, and Rebecca and the Anti-Don, Don Eppes

Now that the New York Rangers have been eliminated from the playoffs, I wonder if Eddie will do a final blog. He skulked off last year without saying goodbye to his readers, and I chalked it up to his busy schedule and his need for a manly sulk. If he vanishes again, then I'll call it a character flaw. Oh, well, everyone has them, and in the grand pantheon of human foibles, slinking offline after your beloved team's defeat is minor, indeed.

SPNfic has stalled once more. If I can't jumpstart it by tonight, then I'll set it aside in favor of Et Tu IX. Rebecca has quite a bit to say about California and loneliness, and I'm eager to see her reaction to Dr. Fleinhardt. I already know that her reaction to Charlie's Don, Don Eppes, will be spectacular. There's a lot of home in that Don, enough to hurt, and his devotion to the job above all else is going to rankle. I anticipate friction and at least one cataclysmic bout of savage loggerheads at the Eppes family table when Eppes opens his cakehole and opines that spouses of law enforcement officers "have to understand and expect to make sacrifices. It's part of the deal."

Oh, boy.

But that's several chapters hence. Part IX is just Rebecca, taking stock of her surroundings, the internal as well as the external, and shoring up her infamous and formidable defenses. I'm sure the quirky Dr. Fleinhardt will provide her with years of story fodder when Don's tired of talking about work. The white food alone...

Anyway, that's what I hope to accomplish, but I owe it to Gordonbun and SPNfic to give him another nudge before I return him to the hutch for further incubation.