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I have bright purple toes. Go Me.
Seem to have shaken of the malaise that was afflicting me all weekend and some of last week. (Stephen's theory: I was fighting off the cold that he and Steve had.) Not exactly bouncing and full of energy--went to bed far too late for that--but I don't feel like all my life force is being pulled out through the soles of my feet, which is a vast improvement as the latter leads to far too much Baldur's Gate. (I shudder to think what might happen when we finally pick up Neverwinter Nights.)
'S still too hot, but the humidity is down, so it's like a pleasant day at Burning Man. Only I can't run around half- or undressed. :)
Tonight: family dinner at a new place on Indian Row; also scheduling for the next while. We want to bloody well show the Sharpe series already, but there's also a pack agitating for another Neverwhere showing. And then there's lots of visits to be planned (it's been almost two years, I think, since I saw Paul and Mary), and...&c.
I'd like to take a week and just natter around the house getting all the small tasks done, but this is wildly infeasible as I was already over-spent on time off _before_ the poison ivy. Phooey. One grows profoundly jealous of university jobs: "Ah, it's St. Cuthbert's day, offices are closed."
Beth's notion of all of us moving to .uk for a year when she's at Oxford is strangely seductive. What a freakin' nuisance to get everything arranged, but...hmmm. Nevertheless, it is utterly moot if it will sod up my pet's green card application process.
Huh. Towers Go Boom Day is this week. It feels like, the more it comes up in the media etc., the less real it becomes. I think I'm going to watch the documentary we got TiVo to snarf, the one shot by the two French filmmakers who were just there filming coincidentally; we taped it months ago but I've not seen it yet, and this seems like as good a time as any.
Focal broke a DS-3 this morning and couldn't even give us a list of what COs were affected. We need a stronger word than "luser" here.
Mmmm, Yorkshire death tea. Probably turn my teeth a hideous color if I keep drinking it, but it tastes so fine. "I like my tea like I like my men: strong and sweet." Or in this case, with a deep bitterness. *snork*
Seem to have shaken of the malaise that was afflicting me all weekend and some of last week. (Stephen's theory: I was fighting off the cold that he and Steve had.) Not exactly bouncing and full of energy--went to bed far too late for that--but I don't feel like all my life force is being pulled out through the soles of my feet, which is a vast improvement as the latter leads to far too much Baldur's Gate. (I shudder to think what might happen when we finally pick up Neverwinter Nights.)
'S still too hot, but the humidity is down, so it's like a pleasant day at Burning Man. Only I can't run around half- or undressed. :)
Tonight: family dinner at a new place on Indian Row; also scheduling for the next while. We want to bloody well show the Sharpe series already, but there's also a pack agitating for another Neverwhere showing. And then there's lots of visits to be planned (it's been almost two years, I think, since I saw Paul and Mary), and...&c.
I'd like to take a week and just natter around the house getting all the small tasks done, but this is wildly infeasible as I was already over-spent on time off _before_ the poison ivy. Phooey. One grows profoundly jealous of university jobs: "Ah, it's St. Cuthbert's day, offices are closed."
Beth's notion of all of us moving to .uk for a year when she's at Oxford is strangely seductive. What a freakin' nuisance to get everything arranged, but...hmmm. Nevertheless, it is utterly moot if it will sod up my pet's green card application process.
Huh. Towers Go Boom Day is this week. It feels like, the more it comes up in the media etc., the less real it becomes. I think I'm going to watch the documentary we got TiVo to snarf, the one shot by the two French filmmakers who were just there filming coincidentally; we taped it months ago but I've not seen it yet, and this seems like as good a time as any.
Focal broke a DS-3 this morning and couldn't even give us a list of what COs were affected. We need a stronger word than "luser" here.
Mmmm, Yorkshire death tea. Probably turn my teeth a hideous color if I keep drinking it, but it tastes so fine. "I like my tea like I like my men: strong and sweet." Or in this case, with a deep bitterness. *snork*