Yesterday was a pretty full bore* day with one break for lunch when i was so hungry i lacked any capacity to do anything but eat. Unfortunately much of that was meetings, so first, i wasn't setting the pace, and second i had much email to attend to after. "Remember the wisdom of the meandering creek," i should remind myself. Yes, but i'm going away for two weeks.
* The metaphor here is a great big pipe with all my energy gushing out of it, nonstop.
I came home just in time to kiss Christine as she went to a Social Mapping Meetup. My Mohops have arrived, and i could not find where i had put my little bag with crochet hooks and the other bag with ongoing projects. After one episode of Sherlock Holmes (Jeremy Brett in Granada Television's "The Dancing Men"**) i finally recalled, but not until i became quite critical of the level of clutter we have. And the books! What are we to do? At some point we must confront the piles and piles -- and we do confront them, and then piles form up in the corners behind us. We keep getting surrounded.
** I forget if this has the![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
laughingrat seal of approval or not.
Other than being delighted by the shoes, i didn't have any energy at all, and even reading LJ seemed too much. So, i missed your day yesterday.
Will i finish the crochet uppers in time for the wedding? Good Question. I *did* finish the scarf yesterday.
Edward wants to go out, is sitting on the windowsill next to me, his breath condensing on the window, occasionally sighing, occasionally vocalizing his querulous "Mrrruuhh?" He's big. He doesn't quite fit on the window sill.
I keep looking at the clock because i must get moving on today. I will get at least one review done today: we're meeting at a coffee shop in Mountain View. I don't think all three can be done by the end of the week.
Monday night i had unpleasant dreams of bodily functions and failures. Last night i awoke with a nauseating cramp, and Christine got a basin for me, just in case. This morning my digestive tract remains unhappy. My eating habits of yesterday were not particularly different from the past week, although the shoes arrived with two lemon sour candies and two fire balls. I wonder if the lemon sours before bed are to blame.
* The metaphor here is a great big pipe with all my energy gushing out of it, nonstop.
I came home just in time to kiss Christine as she went to a Social Mapping Meetup. My Mohops have arrived, and i could not find where i had put my little bag with crochet hooks and the other bag with ongoing projects. After one episode of Sherlock Holmes (Jeremy Brett in Granada Television's "The Dancing Men"**) i finally recalled, but not until i became quite critical of the level of clutter we have. And the books! What are we to do? At some point we must confront the piles and piles -- and we do confront them, and then piles form up in the corners behind us. We keep getting surrounded.
** I forget if this has the
laughingrat seal of approval or not.Other than being delighted by the shoes, i didn't have any energy at all, and even reading LJ seemed too much. So, i missed your day yesterday.
Will i finish the crochet uppers in time for the wedding? Good Question. I *did* finish the scarf yesterday.
Edward wants to go out, is sitting on the windowsill next to me, his breath condensing on the window, occasionally sighing, occasionally vocalizing his querulous "Mrrruuhh?" He's big. He doesn't quite fit on the window sill.
I keep looking at the clock because i must get moving on today. I will get at least one review done today: we're meeting at a coffee shop in Mountain View. I don't think all three can be done by the end of the week.
Monday night i had unpleasant dreams of bodily functions and failures. Last night i awoke with a nauseating cramp, and Christine got a basin for me, just in case. This morning my digestive tract remains unhappy. My eating habits of yesterday were not particularly different from the past week, although the shoes arrived with two lemon sour candies and two fire balls. I wonder if the lemon sours before bed are to blame.
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