I believe I’m going to take a blogging hiatus for a few weeks. I find I feel I’ve got something of an obligation to try to keep up on the blog, but at the moment I have better things to do with my free time (like sleep). So while I may post sporadically, consider it the exception rather than the rule until probably mid-June (which is after my in-laws visit), and don’t worry if you don’t hear from me for a while. :)
weight exchange
Young Indiana is two weeks old today. He has, according to his two week checkup, gained 3 oz since birth. I have lost 21.6 pounds since his birth. I think this is an excellent weight exchange. In other exchange news, thanks to Greece and possibly Britain, but certainly Greece (and, frankly, Spain, Portugal, Italy and Ireland), the euro is plummeting against the dollar and it’s possible that when I get paid (hopefully sometime this week) it will not be quite the eye-gouging experience it usually is when the exchange rate…
ah hah!
I was vaguely thinking I should watch some TV in the evening when I’m trying to get Henry to sleep, but Ted and I are watching Buffy together, so I didn’t want to pick up with that. And (in the world’s laziest laziness) Highlander, which I’ve only managed to get through 4.5 seasons of, is upstairs, which apparently makes it too hard to watch. However! I just noticed this afternoon that Beauty and the Beast is down here, and Ted has no interest at all in watching that. So I’m…
fan fic
GRRM has a great post about the emotions of fan fiction. He has two posts preceding it about fan fic itself and I’m sure they’re also great, but I haven’t got the intellectual capacity to read them now and fear I never might.
Honey, will you get the ray gun ready?
Dave Barry, in his words of wisdom, suggests not taking a sleeping pill and a laxative in the same night. I further add to this, don’t take a fibre drink when you have a newborn. The rest I leave to your imagination. (Actually, it didn’t affect him at all, but it’s hard to put a baby to sleep when you’re making a sudden panicked run for the toilet. OTOH, in a fit of morbid curiosity, I got on the scale this morning and was within a pound of my pre-pregnancy…