Oop. It appears that in the fence-building endeavor we cut the neighbor’s phone line. Now he’s outside looking at their power, um, thingy, monitor thingy, and talking on a cell phone. One would presume if they lost power yesterday afternoon they’d have mentioned it, wouldn’t they have? Oughtn’t phone and cable lines and things be buried more than 6 inches deep, anyway?
just stuff
Feeling remarkably unaccomplishful the last few days. It’s possible I should check to see how much vacation time I’ve got, and use some of it to, like, you know. Take a vacation. Maybe that would help my tiny little mind some. Maybe. Hm. 14 days of vacation time. Hm. miles to Lothlorien: 158
genre-busting
This is Laura’s fault. Favorite series, by genre. I’m trying to keep it down to 3 series per, or I’ll be here all year. Note, however, that I cleverly separated out SF and fantasy, allowing me to include both The Coldfire Trilogy and the Fionavar Tapestry as #1 without compromising myself. :) My criteria here are not necessarily that these are the *best* series I’ve read, but rather that they’re my favorites. These are the ones that I have re-read and will re-read over and over again. Comfort food, rather…
woot!
The jelly seems to have set up! Yay! Now we’ll have to see what it tastes like. :) Ted’s making danishes. MmMMMmmmm. And, um, that’s about all there is to report this morning. o.o
jelly, not writing
I haven’t written. I did make grape jelly, but I’m almost certain it’s not going to turn out. I think I put too much liquid in, ’cause I misunderstood the instructions. Well, we’ll see. My hair has reached this length that I didn’t know existed. It is a length of ‘Ok, I would like to braid this back out of the way now please’. I don’t remember ever having hair which I had the impulse to braid before, so this is clearly a new and different length for me. (I’m…