This morning’s weigh-in puts me at 25 pounds lost since October 7th. Um. Anything else? I decided my book was boring and I’m writing a new chapter or two to spice it up. Fundamental of storytelling: when in doubt, have things go wrong. I got my salwar kameez set, but I don’t get to open it until I hit 40K words, which is about 10K away. Rewards good. :) And it looks like we’ll be going to Oahu for our vacation! And I think that’s all. Time to go back…
Tennyson
I just got into a completely fascinating discussion about Tennyson’s “Ulysses” with Trent. It’s probably my favorite poem of all time; if I had to choose one poem to be able to read for the rest of my life and no others, it would very likely be “Ulysses”. (That would suck, but that’s not the point.) Anyway, it’s so wonderful I was stabbing myself in the heart over it, and Trent said, “You’re reading that on purpose? It’s so *depressing*!” I don’t think it’s depressing at all. I think it’s…
words, mostly
Zilli has no fear of me. He was on my chair and I came up and sat on him and he didn’t even twitch. He had no fear at all that I was actually going to squish him. I had to pick him up and move him to get him off the chair. He will like me much less in a few hours when we’ve brought him (and the other animals) to the vet to get microchipped and vaccinated, though! I’ll teach him! erm. or something. Anyway, the purpose of…
Snowing. Bah.
It’s snowing. Bah. The weather forecast said it was going to, but it’s been wrong for the last six weeks any time it’s predicted any kind of change in the weather, so I was hoping it’d be wrong again today. No such luck. I walked anyway, so I feel *extremely* superior. I’m hoping it’ll warm up some this afternoon so I can, or so I’ll feel more like, walking again. Shaun rescued me from having to do something extreme like go work out from boredom again last night. Actually, I…
mmm mmm good
Last night Ted made grilled chicken sandwiches on foccacia bread with a garlic aeole and grilled sundried tomatoes and onions for dinner. And roasted potatoes and green beans. It was *insanely* good. InSANEly good! He was very disappointed he forgot to put the feta cheese on the sandwiches. We told him it’d be okay if he just made the meal again. It was *really* good. It turns out I have one size 10 pair of jeans and one size 8 pair of jeans, because I can’t read, or something. The…