I managed to talk myself into doing the rest of my walking today before I talked myself out of it, so I haff walked. Yay me. Sweats, I discovered, are warmer than jeans for walking in. I mean, okay, yeah, duh, but I wasn’t sure how much difference it would *really* make at 30 degrees. Quite a lot, it turns out. I broke 300 miles! Only 157 to go! miles to Rivendell: 301

Finally a new Kithair picture, as promised sometime this weekend: Also, Chanti thinks she’s a lap dog: More pictures of silly Ted and Chantico here. :)

This is the time of year where it gets a lot harder to convince myself to go outside and walk, what with it being not quite thirty degrees out and the prospects of greater warmth being very slim. I’m back on the XP box, only without the scanner plugged in. It appears to be working perfectly now. *sigh* Um. If I have anything else to say, I can’t think of it.

Very tired. Running 98 now, which is, well, better than crashing XP. Ted thinks it’s my scanner that was making XP crash, and he’s probably right, since it seems to be working now that it’s not hooked up to the scanner. He’s been a very kind and patient Ted today and has helped me a lot. I have a very good husband. I read Change Me Into Zeus’s Daughter, by Barbara Robinette Moss, this evening between other stuff. It’s a memoir of a woman who grew up very poor in…

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Dragon on the highway. Ted has spent most of the day reformatting his Win98 box and in a few minutes I’m going to begin installing my software and personal stuff on it. I will be glad to go back to 98. 98 isn’t nearly as fucked up as ME or XP. Stressbunny.