Ankharra, a friend and student of mine IRL, just brought me every Laurell K. Hamilton book she has. Nothing like smut to make it all better when you're sick.
Truth and Wicked are sneeringly disgusted in my choice of literature. Aparently they DO have to listen to it., and "Thats NOT the way it happened." No kidding.. lol :P
The incubus is laughing at me. And them. A lot. And he agrees with me that at least the first few books were well-written, and the smut in the later books isn't badly done. Nor are the explanations of love as a many-spendered thing (his words, not mine) poorly executed. He can think of worse ways for me to spend my time.
Gabriel is still rather shaken up, so he hasn't gotten his sense of humor back. He's looking for an asignment that involves blade work to distract him, at least until they move me. He WILL be helping with the move. I'm not sure how, but he was very insistant about not letting me out of his sight.
Marcus is away garnering information about my current difficulties, as per your own suggestions, May - and says thank you very much for the advice.

OH - it should be noted that I do not consider Astral Life to be unreal. Sometimes for me it's actually MORE real. But unless you're like me, walking between the worlds, you, my reader, probably don't feel that way. In deference to your singular vision, if it happens on your plane of existence, I call it Real Life (IRL for short). If it happens in dreams or visions/meditations of the Astral... I'll try from now on to say so if it's not obvious just from the content. I hope that helps lessen the confusion for you as my readers. (All four of you. Thank you. I love you all.)

Last thing - for May - www.youtube.com/watch

I think that's everything for now - all the comments from the peanut gallery. I might add to this later, but for now, I have a game-and-puzzle community night to go to... and I'm the one with the puzzles... so it's off to the shower for me to get presentable.