I am well and truly crunched, and that’s a lot better. I think that got the last of the kinks worked out. Whew. And I also got lids for the jars, so I can make jam, although, man. It might just be too hot to contemplate that right now. But I should make it tonight because that far lessens the odds of the berries going bad. That’s the problem with fresh produce up here, sigh. I should walk, or possibly bike, in an hour or so here. The down side…
oops
Jam-making plans thwarted by a lack of lids. Curses. Perhaps when I go to the chiro I can stop at the store and get some lids.
*groan*
Headachy Kit. I got up about 6:30, stood in the shower for 10 minutes, and thought ‘I’ll lie down for just another few minutes,” but then I discovered that if I lay down, my head didn’t hurt, so I didn’t want to get up again. Ted got me some aspirin when he got up to bring the Jeep over to the mechanic. I have an awfully nice husband. So I took my aspirin and lay there another half hour or so and then dragged myself out of bed to come…
words! finally, words!
Finally! Words! About 3700 words in the last couple days, not all of which are useable, but hey, them’s the breaks. Nearly 3K today, and perhaps after I get done with my walk I’ll go finish up this chapter, which should put me over 3K and will, well, get the first chapter of this here book done. Yay! Words! Sadly, for the first time this *year*, I’m behind on my wordcount. Granted, I’m only, uhm. 550 words behind, but since I’ve been ahead since like the 7th or 10th of…
irish consulate
You know, the Irish Consulate people are not the most forthcoming in the world. Upon being asked if it’s possible to have passport applications sent via email, they said ‘no’. No suggestion as to how to request them, then, nor, in fact, any punctuation. Just ‘no’. No caps, no period, no nothing. Perhaps the Irish have made certain the few unfriendly Irish are the ones in the consulates, so that they don’t have to deal with them themselves?