Mom’s borrowed the Dana so she can take it into the National Library and transcribe baptismal records, which you’re not allowed to photocopy, photograph, or make printouts of from the microfilm. So she borrowed the Dana, ’cause it’s much faster than handwriting all those records, and apparently numerous people at the library have admired it profusely. :) It’s a very nifty little tool. :) Ooh, Ted’s doing the yoga dvd. He’s a better person than I am. …*agh*. Okay, that is the *first* time I’ve ever seen a major news…
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Well, I managed to stay offline until 3:30, anyway. :) Read a book–oh I *hate* that! About a third of the way through it, I started thinking, “Well, when are they going to bring the other character back in? They’ve got to do it fast if they’re going to wrap it up by the end of the book…” About halfway through it, I realized that they were *not* going to wrap this up by the end of the book, and checked: the author apparently intends to write 8 books, and…
…productive morning?
I’ve cleaned my desk and gotten Petite halfway to 27th level. Neither of those things is really a sign of a productive morning (although wow, the clean desk makes me feel better). I’m seriously considering taking a page from ‘s book and not logging onto the intarweb-connected computer until 5pm daily or something. Given how many hours ahead of most of the people I talk to regularly I am anyway, this would make absolutely no difference to anyone but me. :) I’ve discovered local (to Cobh) yoga classes. Beginning classes…
*laughs out loud*
My uncle just sent me the following comic strip on the topic of writing: *laughs and laughs and laughs*
fresh cream: 1. moral superiority: 0
I went down to find some kind of lunch, and thought, “Hm, the raspberries are starting to go bad. I should have a bowl of Kashi Crunch with some raspberries and that’ll be morally superior and light and good for me and use up some of the raspberries before they go bad.” So I poured the cereal and fished out non-ooky raspberries and opened the fridge to get the milk… …and found the half cup of fresh cream left over from Mom and Dad’s visit, and poured the cream over…