I’m reading this here book, The Blazing Tree, which has a quote on its cover: “She writes like a dream.” I can say with a fair amount of certainty, having gotten a little more than halfway through the book, that what this actually means is, “It’ll put you right to sleep.” It’s not badly written. There are bits that are absolutely gorgeous. But I just can’t get very interested in it.
writers are weird
So I had a dream this morning that I was more or less single-handedly responsible for the last of the Antarctic ice cap melting. We (Ted, my parents, a lot of other people I knew) were in an apparently incredibly well reinforced building with lots of very large windows on Antarctica, and right after the cap finished melting (it was awfully small, in my dream. Like, 12×12), tidal waves started up. The first one brought a bunch of Polynesian people down with it, so we ushered them all into the…
exercise
Sort of low key exercise this morning. I did my situps and pushups and leg lifts, but when I went to do my jumping rope, I tripped over the rope 4 times in the first 10 jumps and got grumpy and quit. It is still very, *very* windy out. Our thermometer says it’s 10 below, and there are 30mph winds. The inside-the-house thermostat has been turned up to 79, and the actual temperature is residing at 69. :/ Although maybe that’ll even up now that two of the bedroom doors…
oh my gawd
Oh my gawd. New UK X2 movie posters. Slobber. Drool. Whimper. Oh my gawd. STARVING.
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Hey, the Left Coast Crime Conference is in Monterey next year. Wonder if I could swing going to that. That’d be cool. There were other things I was going to mention when I started this entry, but that was before lunch and now I’ve forgotten what I was going to say. :)