"Cross-indexing every weatherman's report"

Something, somewhere in the house ran out of batteries in the wee hours of this morning. Something I couldn't find in my ambien haze. (Eventually, I roused Light to find and fix it). Something that freaked the Moppet out enough that she decided she had to spend the rest of the morning shivering and cuddling with my face. I'm not certain what benefit she takes from suffocating me but it at least made her stop with the heart-shattering whimpering.

Now I am up, and cranky, and should be doing dishes, because there's a half dozen people coming over to my house tomorrow to play TI. I'm pretty sure I'm just going to be mainlining netflix, cross-stitch and websites about harassment policies. Maybe I'll go wild and try to cook something complicated.

And then the week kicks off with a ludicrous bang.

I will be having at least one social lunch, one con-related dinner, therapy, two training appointments at the gym, trying two extension school classes to see if either of them grabs me, prepping CSA vegetables, going to the gym, going to therapy, trying to volunteer at Artisan's Asylum, and having a study date with Light, in about 72 hours. (and, of course, the part where I go to work happens, too) And then Friday screeches to a halt, as I sit in my house for four hours waiting for a(n) nstar representative to show up and check something. Then maybe back out to Brookline to brave the crowds to see Cory Doctorow and Charles Stross talk.

Light and I are driving up to Stowe for our six year anniversary. We didn't actually get to celebrate five years (what with me still recovering) last year, so this is sort of a do-over. We're staying at Stoweflake, where I intend to spend a lot of time sitting under the indoor waterfall and buy all the cheese at the Stowe Farmers' Market, and probably try to refind the waterfall we hiked to on our honeymoon. And see if Ye Olde Whatever still has blueberry lemon ricotta pancakes.

I'm feeling less worked up about the whole belonging/smof thing than I was yesterday. Two people whose opinions I value highly have said nice things about it to me, I've re-realized how much I'd probably hate smofcon (though I think I would like to go back to Philly for a day in a not-at-all-college-related way, though the PMA website tells me
Birthday's not on view at the moment.

Now for tea, then dishes.

"Cross-indexing every weatherman's report"

Something, somewhere in the house ran out of batteries in the wee hours of this morning. Something I couldn't find in my ambien haze. (Eventually, I roused Light to find and fix it). Something that freaked the Moppet out enough that she decided she had to spend the rest of the morning shivering and cuddling with my face. I'm not certain what benefit she takes from suffocating me but it at least made her stop with the heart-shattering whimpering.

Now I am up, and cranky, and should be doing dishes, because there's a half dozen people coming over to my house tomorrow to play TI. I'm pretty sure I'm just going to be mainlining netflix, cross-stitch and websites about harassment policies. Maybe I'll go wild and try to cook something complicated.

And then the week kicks off with a ludicrous bang.

I will be having at least one social lunch, one con-related dinner, therapy, two training appointments at the gym, trying two extension school classes to see if either of them grabs me, prepping CSA vegetables, going to the gym, going to therapy, trying to volunteer at Artisan's Asylum, and having a study date with Light, in about 72 hours. (and, of course, the part where I go to work happens, too) And then Friday screeches to a halt, as I sit in my house for four hours waiting for a(n) nstar representative to show up and check something. Then maybe back out to Brookline to brave the crowds to see Cory Doctorow and Charles Stross talk.

Light and I are driving up to Stowe for our six year anniversary. We didn't actually get to celebrate five years (what with me still recovering) last year, so this is sort of a do-over. We're staying at Stoweflake, where I intend to spend a lot of time sitting under the indoor waterfall and buy all the cheese at the Stowe Farmers' Market, and probably try to refind the waterfall we hiked to on our honeymoon. And see if Ye Olde Whatever still has blueberry lemon ricotta pancakes.

I'm feeling less worked up about the whole belonging/smof thing than I was yesterday. Two people whose opinions I value highly have said nice things about it to me, I've re-realized how much I'd probably hate smofcon (though I think I would like to go back to Philly for a day in a not-at-all-college-related way, though the PMA website tells me
Birthday's not on view at the moment.

Now for tea, then dishes.