It's the little things, really.
Apparently, my new Kindle has it's own email address. I'm amused. I've also been trolling the internet for free eBooks, and have had good luck in finding various editions of classic novels which are theoretically going to be on my Kindle when I power it up again. Jane Eyre and Sherlock Holmes and Jerome K Jerome (which I've always wanted to read) and The Scarlet Pimpernel and Jack Reed and a few others that looked intriguing. (And yes, there's fanfic on there now too, except for some reason, Performance in a Leading Role isn't transferring, which is mildly annoying.)
(And now I'm wondering how many Kindles out there have my fanfics on them, because the idea that my words are being read on someone's Kindle just tickles me pink.)
Today is going to be an absolutely insane day, and the fact that I woke up at 4am with about 4 hours sleep isn't going to help much. I have to go to the bank, which is going to be miserable, because my old ATM card expired in August and somehow I never got the new one in the mail, and I have checks to deposit and some large bills to break. I really need to go to the post office, which is also going to be miserable, because it's a week before Christmas, but Andrew and I have already been receiving presents that have no business following us around the States and might as well be shipped back to the UL, and I'm nervous enough about having too much stuff to pack for tomorrow. (Bill's bag on Saturday was 10 pounds overweight and so he had to pay an extra $50. And I have a smaller bag and more stuff.)
We're supposed to go to the Bull Run Festival of Lights tonight, with Isa's family, and I really want to go because it looks like fun, but I think Andrew and I might conk out halfway through. He's fallen asleep in the car on the way back to the hotel the last two nights, which is nice, but ohmylord, that child is heavy when you have to carry him from the car across the parking lot through the hotel lobby up six flights in the elevator and clear down the length of the hallway, only to try to pull the keycard out of your pocket without dropping him.
I feel like Andrew and I are in this weird in-between world at the moment, like we've been given a respite from having to deal with family crises and all. There's fun stuff that we had planned to do - like Christmas parties and seeing Santa at the mall and going to light shows - and because we have this time we're doing them, and it's fun, but every so often, I get this feeling like we're deliberately postponing something. You know, how you eat all the good stuff on the plate and ignore the Brussels sprouts. We're sort of killing time until we fly to Indiana on Tuesday, and then I have no idea what to expect, except I think it's going to be such a complete shift from our days now that I'm not entirely sure I'm going to have my head screwed on quite straight. Then, I don't feel as if it's screwed on quite straight now.
(I also wonder if Bill appreciates that Andrew and I are still living the semblance of a normal life, because then at least something in the world is still normal, or if he resents that we can. I sent him the link to the pirated 10 minute video on YouTube, and that seemed to cheer him up a little bit, and since we're both Trekkers, we had a nice little chat about it. Bill's theory, incidentally, is that Benedict Cumberbatch is Q. I think this is a good theory. I also want to point out that for some reason, the UL is getting the movie two days before the rest of the world, and I think we should take advantage of this so we can lord it over all the rest of you tell you all how wonderful it is.)
Anyway, I'm procrastinating from writing, which I really shouldn't be doing, except I'm in one of those places where I'm sure everything I write is crap, which makes me very unmotivated to write, so I end up pushing, and then it is crap, so it's a vicious cycle. I am writing about tea. And all it's doing is making me hungry.
Ooo. I think there's leftovers in the fridge. Hey, it's afternoon in the UL, guacamole is perfectly acceptable, yes yes?
(And now I'm wondering how many Kindles out there have my fanfics on them, because the idea that my words are being read on someone's Kindle just tickles me pink.)
Today is going to be an absolutely insane day, and the fact that I woke up at 4am with about 4 hours sleep isn't going to help much. I have to go to the bank, which is going to be miserable, because my old ATM card expired in August and somehow I never got the new one in the mail, and I have checks to deposit and some large bills to break. I really need to go to the post office, which is also going to be miserable, because it's a week before Christmas, but Andrew and I have already been receiving presents that have no business following us around the States and might as well be shipped back to the UL, and I'm nervous enough about having too much stuff to pack for tomorrow. (Bill's bag on Saturday was 10 pounds overweight and so he had to pay an extra $50. And I have a smaller bag and more stuff.)
We're supposed to go to the Bull Run Festival of Lights tonight, with Isa's family, and I really want to go because it looks like fun, but I think Andrew and I might conk out halfway through. He's fallen asleep in the car on the way back to the hotel the last two nights, which is nice, but ohmylord, that child is heavy when you have to carry him from the car across the parking lot through the hotel lobby up six flights in the elevator and clear down the length of the hallway, only to try to pull the keycard out of your pocket without dropping him.
I feel like Andrew and I are in this weird in-between world at the moment, like we've been given a respite from having to deal with family crises and all. There's fun stuff that we had planned to do - like Christmas parties and seeing Santa at the mall and going to light shows - and because we have this time we're doing them, and it's fun, but every so often, I get this feeling like we're deliberately postponing something. You know, how you eat all the good stuff on the plate and ignore the Brussels sprouts. We're sort of killing time until we fly to Indiana on Tuesday, and then I have no idea what to expect, except I think it's going to be such a complete shift from our days now that I'm not entirely sure I'm going to have my head screwed on quite straight. Then, I don't feel as if it's screwed on quite straight now.
(I also wonder if Bill appreciates that Andrew and I are still living the semblance of a normal life, because then at least something in the world is still normal, or if he resents that we can. I sent him the link to the pirated 10 minute video on YouTube, and that seemed to cheer him up a little bit, and since we're both Trekkers, we had a nice little chat about it. Bill's theory, incidentally, is that Benedict Cumberbatch is Q. I think this is a good theory. I also want to point out that for some reason, the UL is getting the movie two days before the rest of the world, and I think we should take advantage of this so we can lord it over all the rest of you tell you all how wonderful it is.)
Anyway, I'm procrastinating from writing, which I really shouldn't be doing, except I'm in one of those places where I'm sure everything I write is crap, which makes me very unmotivated to write, so I end up pushing, and then it is crap, so it's a vicious cycle. I am writing about tea. And all it's doing is making me hungry.
Ooo. I think there's leftovers in the fridge. Hey, it's afternoon in the UL, guacamole is perfectly acceptable, yes yes?