I can glow in the dark
Or at least my liver and gallbladder can. I spent an hour and a half trapped on the world's most uncomfortable 'bed' under a counter that was monitoring the radioactive isotope they put into me to see gallbladder function. WHY can't this be at least a padded bed/table? I can see why it can't be in an MRI but there is no reason to be lying on a plank for this especially since the test is SO long. At 8 AM. ANd the tech is one of my students' boyfriends. Sigh. Small town problems. It looks like my gallbladder is functioning again. I wish we could do this when it's acting up not now when it's been good for 3 weeks. He did good though, no bruising at all at the IV site.
So LJ finally did what I've been expecting (you know when most of us moved here to be sure we didn't lose everything a few months back). The new terms of service. I signed because at this point what do I care? I have everything backed up here and LJ is half dead and DW even deader. But I guess if you're only going to be on DW now let me know so I can add you here so I can at least go looking for you.
I tried looking at houses but I merely got depressed by it. SIgh.
The Valley of Unrest
Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sunlight lazily lay.
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless-
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye-
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave:- from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep:- from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.
I've done no writing today. sigh. But if you want to see what Jana's up to check out B is for Bryn Celli Ddu.
So LJ finally did what I've been expecting (you know when most of us moved here to be sure we didn't lose everything a few months back). The new terms of service. I signed because at this point what do I care? I have everything backed up here and LJ is half dead and DW even deader. But I guess if you're only going to be on DW now let me know so I can add you here so I can at least go looking for you.
I tried looking at houses but I merely got depressed by it. SIgh.
The Valley of Unrest
Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sunlight lazily lay.
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless-
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye-
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave:- from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep:- from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.
I've done no writing today. sigh. But if you want to see what Jana's up to check out B is for Bryn Celli Ddu.