No net, but I’m in at Mom & Dad’s, so I’m doing lots of catch-up posting.
(written December 31) My poor nephew Seirid really loves oranges, and has six teeth. He recognizes what an orange is, so he’s taken to grabbing an orange and sinking his six teeth into it–into the skin, mind you–and then he’s horribly, horribly disappointed when it tastes awful.
The worst, most frustrating part for the poor little guy is that in order for it to taste good, someone else has to feed it to him.
Isn’t that awful? Talk about being bound by limitations! It’s hard to be one year old!
Which he is, as of–well, by the time I post this, probably a few days ago, but as of my writing it, tomorrow! Happy Birthday to Seirid! He’s a New Year’s baby!
I still haven’t gotten over this wretched cold. I’m feeling a *lot* better today, except the part where I’m still trying to hack up a lung. Grr. Stupid stupid cold creature!
I’ve been v. productive this morning. I made bread, emptied the garbage, fed the animals, and now I’m…okay, writing a journal entry instead of writing my 2000 words, but I’ll get to the words soon enough. I’m getting my fingers warmed up, that’s all. :)
Okay, in fact, I’ve got other things I want to write about, but they’re the sorts of things better left til I either have internet access or have at least done my words, so I’m off to work. (I’ll be glad when the HOUSE OF CARDS proposal is done, because then I can try to get myself on a M-F schedule for writing. But I want to send the whole kaboodle (HoS & the HoC proposal) as soon as I have net access, so I don’t want to dilly-dally around and not finish the proposal just because it’s a weekend.)
*beam* We have tickets to go see Bugsy Malone on Wednesday. I’ve never seen Bugsy Malone on stage, and I’m really looking forward to it. I’m also meeting up with what I persist in calling “my Irish ladies” from the Luna boards, although I suspect they’re very much their own Irish ladies, that day. :) It’ll be fun!
Gaaaaaaahd I wish my ears would clear!
Okay. To work.