It's fascinating to follow the old Bloom County Strips

[Old Bloom County Sunday cartoon strip with most panels not quite legible, but the bottom right has Milo yelling at Opus, "AMERICA MUST NEVER AGAIN SPILL HER BLOOD IN FUTILE WARS!!"]

This is today's strip at http://news.yahoo.com/comics/classic-bloom-county

Good Morning!

If i had a Evernote shared "notebook" -- which would be a webpage or RSS feed if you don't use Evernote -- would you be interested in seeing my random web clippings?

I'm pondering a split that is something like my current writing split: GIS/Creek/Arts/Tech links publicly available in a notebook i share on my Grey Cat blog(s), social/shopping/reading/eating/health in one i would share with the Elaine Grey folks (ie: YOU).

Curious?

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Other than some sleep interruptions and resulting bleariness, i'm in a good mood. Also, the sun is shining. (As it was yesterday, as my gloom of Monday lifted.) Correlation much?

The sleep interruptions included Christine waking me at 11 pm from my VERY sound sleep on the couch, having been lulled to sleep by really bad graphics displayed under a perfectly reasonable discussion of potential liquid water on Mars. I awoke enough to hears something about a worm, and then i was gone.

The next sleep interruption came towards the end of a night sweat cycle, a side effect from the prozac. (Or i'm aging.) I'm about ready to throw some money at this problem. The safety-pinned towel to the bottom sheet solution seemed close to ideal, except by morning all the pins had failed to be safe and had come unsnapped, one lost in the bedding. Maybe i should get diaper pins?

Breakfast today was another serving of super high-calorie, yummy, sister-prepared-and-gifted museli and eggnog zapped in the microwave.

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This morning's writing time was spent on considering an Oversight matter and sharing my experience flying and passing through the new scanners in December. Then i was fortunate to be able to help Christine make it to the train on time: there was a heavy coating of frost on the car and i would not have left in time for my departure to scrape it off enough to be safe on 101.

Yesterday i was downright burbly with sunshine mania. Not that i was particularly effective, but -- oh -- was i in good cheer! But as the day drew to a close, Christine became less happy with her talk preparations for today, and the light fell, and i felt quite unable to be positive. (So i went to bed.)

My solar powered nature is impressive.

A little online reading included http://www.comfortqueen.com/forget-best-year-bad-idea "Instead of my most kick-ass-best-ever-make-a-billion-have-rock-hard-abs-eat-raw-year, I’m going to have a being-me-good-enough year." That resonated, and i ponder the $42 investment in http://www.comfortqueen.com/satisfactionfinder/ -- particularly as the perfectionism issue is mentioned there.