Her dignity shone so bright, like a light on a hill, and she she burned for me...
Wow, my back muscles got a workout today. Lots of shifting heavy, heavy art books up on Eleventh Stack--gorgeous view from up there.
And when I clocked out and walked outside, Julian was waiting for me. He's in a mood to cook, so dinner is to be pork chops and mashed potatoes--mashed by hand, as we've no masher nor mixer, so stand back and be impressed by his kitchen prowess.
I, pampered fox that I am, am sitting in the bedroom watching Firefly fanvids.
(There's a gorgeous Zoe/Wash one to This Woman's Work that Julian found. Nice stuff.)
It's snowing. We're supposed to get about an inch tonight, and I'd not be surprised if it all stuck--it's cold and a bit sharp, feels a lot like, oh, November. Early winter.
Walked into the building, and the landlord is installing a sink in the foyer. After a couple of moments of *bwuh?* Salem told us that Peter's moving the washroom up to the foyer, and putting the dirt-floored basement to an as-yet undisclosed use. I have no problem with this! The basement is...it's like a root-cellar, deliciously uninhabited by dark things, but I still don't really like hanging out down there.
Almost out of cat food, out of cat litter, garbage night tonight--but oh, oh, we've both got a day off tomorrow. That never happens!
My BN is changing its hours, opening at nine now instead of eight in the morning. I never really understood why we opened that early, but it's still a surprise. It's because of the payroll, trying to cut down on stuff, and thirty work-hours is a lot of man-hours to cut back. It also means that those of us that get to work at six in the morning might actually have enough time to shelve, for once.
Maybe tomorrow we'll bake? Julian's been poring over his Secrets of Baking book as though it were a holy tome. I would really like some brownies.
I am sort of quietly missing all my friends tonight. I just want a roomful of people not doing anything together, just sitting.
For now, though--Kingdom Hearts, and playing with the kitty(who has been sitting on the one or another of the boys' shoulders all evening as though she was a parrot, occasionally leaning around to brush her nose to his face like a kiss), and just being happy to be inside, home, and warm.
Thank goodness.
--Gen
And when I clocked out and walked outside, Julian was waiting for me. He's in a mood to cook, so dinner is to be pork chops and mashed potatoes--mashed by hand, as we've no masher nor mixer, so stand back and be impressed by his kitchen prowess.
I, pampered fox that I am, am sitting in the bedroom watching Firefly fanvids.
(There's a gorgeous Zoe/Wash one to This Woman's Work that Julian found. Nice stuff.)
It's snowing. We're supposed to get about an inch tonight, and I'd not be surprised if it all stuck--it's cold and a bit sharp, feels a lot like, oh, November. Early winter.
Walked into the building, and the landlord is installing a sink in the foyer. After a couple of moments of *bwuh?* Salem told us that Peter's moving the washroom up to the foyer, and putting the dirt-floored basement to an as-yet undisclosed use. I have no problem with this! The basement is...it's like a root-cellar, deliciously uninhabited by dark things, but I still don't really like hanging out down there.
Almost out of cat food, out of cat litter, garbage night tonight--but oh, oh, we've both got a day off tomorrow. That never happens!
My BN is changing its hours, opening at nine now instead of eight in the morning. I never really understood why we opened that early, but it's still a surprise. It's because of the payroll, trying to cut down on stuff, and thirty work-hours is a lot of man-hours to cut back. It also means that those of us that get to work at six in the morning might actually have enough time to shelve, for once.
Maybe tomorrow we'll bake? Julian's been poring over his Secrets of Baking book as though it were a holy tome. I would really like some brownies.
I am sort of quietly missing all my friends tonight. I just want a roomful of people not doing anything together, just sitting.
For now, though--Kingdom Hearts, and playing with the kitty(who has been sitting on the one or another of the boys' shoulders all evening as though she was a parrot, occasionally leaning around to brush her nose to his face like a kiss), and just being happy to be inside, home, and warm.
Thank goodness.
--Gen