good stuff this week
In the midst of the grumpiness over this silly game, there's been some pleasant intervals.
Earlier this week I was reading Terry Prachett's The fifth elephant on the Tube. I haven't read it recently, and it felt fresh and new to me, so I was enjoying it.
I got up to change lines and a gent stopped me to say 'it's lovely to see someone reading The fifth elephant and smiling - I think it's one of his best'. Sometimes I think we could have a whole book club on the Tube, if only Londoners were brave enough to speak to each other.
I just finished Charles Stross' Halting State. It's brilliant; cyberpunk-ish, gamer-ish, even reenactor-ish. Awesome, if dense.
Monday I had an amazing fast run around my local park, having missed my lunchtime run. I think anger fuelled me in a way that my usual running distraction (science podcasts from BBC, Guardian and others) do not. I figure I can only get smarter by listening to these, if only by osmosis.
I've been visiting the West End kitties this week (for friends on holiday), who are warming to both Robert and me for cuddles, though only for short spurts of time. They're lovely and playful kitties, very kittenish, even as adults. It may be the novelty of our visit - we're only dropping in every couple of days - if we were there daily, they might ignore us in a more adult cat-like fashion.
I've indulged in some rare retail therapy around Covent Garden this week. First to the beadshop (always risky to the wallet - I felt much better paying my £11 as someone else was ringing up £50; made me feel like I was getting off lightly). Then meeting nusbacher for coffee, a chat about our respective news, and then browsing the outfitters' shops in seach of trousers that would be work-friendly. Came away with trousers, two running shirts and fresh socks.
Comfy socks are hard to find - cheap synthetic ones don't agree with my feet when I walk briskly. I'm a delicate flower that way.
Further such therapy is still to roll in the door, as my recent book orders are expected before long.
Fencing practice went well, with six folk in masks. I think four of us are ready to authorise, maybe more, which would be brilliant. goncalves and marshals from Flintheath are expected, and exmoor_cat is talking about expecting 25+ bodies.
Have booked to attend Polderslot's masked ball next weekend, and am looking forward to travelling with armillary and enjoying the company of lovely folk from that region.
Earlier this week I was reading Terry Prachett's The fifth elephant on the Tube. I haven't read it recently, and it felt fresh and new to me, so I was enjoying it.
I got up to change lines and a gent stopped me to say 'it's lovely to see someone reading The fifth elephant and smiling - I think it's one of his best'. Sometimes I think we could have a whole book club on the Tube, if only Londoners were brave enough to speak to each other.
I just finished Charles Stross' Halting State. It's brilliant; cyberpunk-ish, gamer-ish, even reenactor-ish. Awesome, if dense.
Monday I had an amazing fast run around my local park, having missed my lunchtime run. I think anger fuelled me in a way that my usual running distraction (science podcasts from BBC, Guardian and others) do not. I figure I can only get smarter by listening to these, if only by osmosis.
I've been visiting the West End kitties this week (for friends on holiday), who are warming to both Robert and me for cuddles, though only for short spurts of time. They're lovely and playful kitties, very kittenish, even as adults. It may be the novelty of our visit - we're only dropping in every couple of days - if we were there daily, they might ignore us in a more adult cat-like fashion.
I've indulged in some rare retail therapy around Covent Garden this week. First to the beadshop (always risky to the wallet - I felt much better paying my £11 as someone else was ringing up £50; made me feel like I was getting off lightly). Then meeting nusbacher for coffee, a chat about our respective news, and then browsing the outfitters' shops in seach of trousers that would be work-friendly. Came away with trousers, two running shirts and fresh socks.
Comfy socks are hard to find - cheap synthetic ones don't agree with my feet when I walk briskly. I'm a delicate flower that way.
Further such therapy is still to roll in the door, as my recent book orders are expected before long.
Fencing practice went well, with six folk in masks. I think four of us are ready to authorise, maybe more, which would be brilliant. goncalves and marshals from Flintheath are expected, and exmoor_cat is talking about expecting 25+ bodies.
Have booked to attend Polderslot's masked ball next weekend, and am looking forward to travelling with armillary and enjoying the company of lovely folk from that region.