One expects to get throughly soaked when one goes swimming. One expects it somewhat less on the walk home, especially when it was amazingly beautiful out when one *got* to the pool. :) The last 200 yards home I gave up on the poor wind-mangled umbrella entirely and just splooshed through the downpour. :) They turned the temp down in the pool. Not quite enough, IMHO, but distinctly more than it had been, and it is *much* more swimmable now. I did 1500 yardsmeters and decided that was enough for…
*sigh*
I’m at a loss. YouTube vid feeds have been making my browser (firefox) freeze up when I watch them. In a fit of trying to fix it, I uninstalled Firefox and reinstalled it fresh and did updates. Now it freezes and crashes if I go to a page with a YouTube feed embedded in it at all. I’ve gone and gotten the various upgraded plugins for quicktime and java and flash and yaddayadda, and it’s making no difference at all. I can’t even get back to where I *was*, which…
then again…
Thinks to do today, revised: – sign up for spanish classes (check) – get cat food (check) – discover an EXTREMELY HUGE CRUISE SHIP in at the harbor and spend an hour wandering around Cobh taking pictures (check) – pick up a GN and say hello to (check) – shop (not a chance in hell) – write more (maybe) – laundry (ahahahahahah) It’s been an incredibly nice day. I am faint from hunger. My legs are wibbly from walking so much. I resisted buying ice cream not ONCE, but TWICE,…
up, up and away!
The brilliant thing about getting up at 6:15 is that at a quarter to 10 I have 2500 words written. I could probably have made a mad dash and gotten to 3K by 10, but I think my chapter ended and I know what the next scene is, and I have to catch the train into Cork at 10:30 and do errands, so I’m just going to go with 2500 for now and write more this afternoon when the sun is no longer shining merrily into my office. I didn’t…
Bah.
It is a very beautiful day and I feel very sleepy and lazy. I don’t want to write. (Sunshine does this to me. Gloomy weather = good for writing. Summertime = bad for writing.) I want to go outdoors and wander around in the sunshine for several lazy hours, not that there’s anywhere in particular to go. Maybe I’ll go back to bed and snuggle Ted for a while. *yawns*