Well, I didn’t get any writing done, but I re-read TRUTHSEEKER, which needed to be done to go forward, so I guess it wasn’t a total wash. And I did the other things I needed to do today. And cleaned the living room. (Now Ted is cleaning the office and making me feel vaguely guilty for sitting here while he works. Not guilty enough to get up and help. Just guilty.) But! The nifty thing is that my Christmas orange seeds that I planted a month ago have suddenly become…
Tag: daily life
feeling better
That was a hit-and-run cold-bordering-on-flu thing if I’ve ever had one. I’m still not entirely well, but the difference between Sunday and Monday in my wellness level is nearly indescribable, nevermind how much better I feel today. And apparently I *caught* it at Christmas, since one of the guests had the same symptoms that laid me out three days later. …it’s going to be 2009 in the moral equivalent of a few minutes. For some reason this particularly struck me in looking at the archives links on my webpage, perhaps…
a nice day
When I peel Christmas oranges I usually manage to get a half or a third of the skin off in one piece. I have, as long as I can remember, then tidily stacked the smaller bits within the larger curve, and then set about eating the orange. It has never struck me as an odd thing to do, but I just discovered my husband finds it charming and funny, because it’s so very tidy, and I’m not usually. So now I’m amused by it too. I have just been informed…
I cannot possibly be stressed.
I’ve been on vacation for two weeks. I cannot possibly be stressed. And yet I’ve had the “it’s the last week of college and I’ve realized there’s a class I haven’t attended all semester” dream twice the last few nights, and another canker sore attempted (futilely, thanks to the constant influx of Christmas oranges) to lodge itself in my upper lip. I do need to do a couple things sooner rather than later this week: – re-draw the TQB map, since I’ve apparently lost the Giant Version, which annoys the…
bits and bobs
Ted went Christmas shopping in Dublin yesterday, where he says he did not find anything at all that he was looking for for me. On the other hand, he did find the man who sells honey-roasted pecans and cashews and cinnamon-and-sugar-soaked dried apple slices, and this is probably worth the price of admission. Except, of course, the danger of knowing where that shop *is*, now…. :) We are not, at this house, in a turkey stupor, because we’re not holding Thanksgiving until tomorrow (when our ONE IRISH FRIEND WHO *LOVES*…