One does rather enjoy a lovely day once in a while. They probably ought to be kept on hand, in jars or folded up carefully in linen, to be taken out and worn close to one's breast on the days the sun doesn't come out.

So yes -- after a Thursday that beheld shenanigans at the city park and our very dull local Red Cross Fair (we were very suspicious ( Read more... )

Currently I seem to be undergoing the worst period ever to befall me. Details are probably not wanted (nothing very odd, though, just...a lot, okay?), but I feel tired and squashy and extraordinarily fly-off-the-handley and have spent quite a lot of the day in bed -- not because I felt sick, just exhausted. I did get a reasonable amount of sleep, ( Read more... )

So, the season four finale of Angel has left me with this insatiable need to listen to Dario Marianelli non-stop. I DON'T EVEN KNOW. It was weird enough that somewhere in the middle of season three, my brain said to me, "YOU NEED TO PLAY DEBUSSY'S "CLAIR DE LUNE" ON REPEAT FOR HOURS, OKAY?", and I said, "erm...okay?". I suppose it was a small step ( Read more... )

Dear Wesley Wyndam-Pryce,

PLEASE, JUST STOP SHAVING ALREADY, OKAY? ALSO, YOU ARE MADE OF AWESOME AND I THINK I AM MADLY IN LOVE WITH YOU.  (However, because of this I am afraid I have doomed you to a miserable existence (look at the statistics, yeah?), but now at least there is a distinct statistical possibility that you will reference T.S. Eliot ( ( Read more... )

I'm doing ever so much better, though I haven't got round to mentioning it. Actually I'm feeling a bit rubbish today, don't know why, but it's mostly, I think, being stuffed up and dry-throated and needing to sleep a lot, and the usual inexplicable world-shifting that always makes me feel a little turned-about.

On Friday, Alessandra and I walked ( Read more... )

Today my bicycle finally acquired a name.

I spent much of the afternoon at the library with Sarah, Hannah, and Victoria (Alessandra left yesterday to spend Pascha -- Orthodox Easter -- in Maine with her family), except for the part I spent doing yard-work (not entirely voluntarily, but Sarah and Hannah stopped to chat after church and Caroline ( Read more... )

Angel continues to be awesome (thank you lady_moriel ), but ( spoiler! )

So, I've decided deduced that sometime during the period in which Angel first moves to L.A. and is getting drunk a lot due to mopeage, he meets the Doctor in a bar, and they have a few beers and angst about the downsides of semi-immortality and the blonde young women who are no longer in their lives. (Also they probably save the world, completely ( Read more... )