The clear sun slants into my black and white hallway, shining from the blue sky of another and happier year ( Read more... )

The Dead Days this year are cold rather than warm- reasonable cold, not arctic vortex- so the grey is sharp and hard-edged and sprinkled with white as in childhood holidays, not the dank depressing melting lour of the mid-oughties. Would enjoy it more if I weren't crippled. My left knee objects to my boots, my wide perfect boots, and stabs whenever ( Read more... )

Our bus.cord makes cookies for everyone and hands them out in individual packages along with cards. The cookies are always excellent and I dole them out carefully over the holidays. Except this year because it's 2016 and one must carp the diem, so I ate them all for dinner ( Read more... )

My cold only troubles me when at work. Why should that be, I wonder? It's still at the sore throat/ general malaise stage, but with enough medication in me I don't much notice it. However I've cancelled attendance at the staff dinner tomorrow, alas, because for once it was a dinner for the P/Ters- some of whom work rather more hours than the F/Ters ( Read more... )

I am grateful that the snow hasn't started yet and I can still bike, because my knee and ankle are very upset about something and I don't know what.
( Speak, Memery )

Trump and Tribalism.
- "attacking Trump because of ethics won't work. The tribe that voted for Trump thinks everybody is corrupt, and that their choice is who the corrupt person is working for."

More happily:
Gorgeous forgeries-- Includes comments on the need to get your diacritics right when forging Assyrian wall reliefs. Not a profession for the ( Read more... )

Put gin in the freezer and it's fine. Put vermouth in the freezer and it freezes. Thus I had a Johnson Slushie tonight, which is fine. My ice is a bit iffy ( Read more... )

A filk from the FFL contains the chorus

We're proud to be Canadian:
Politeness in the face of assholes could be thought a curse.
It's cool in many ways to be Canadian:
We may not be much better; it's just that we're less worse.

Which about nails it.
( Wednesday again )

Finished in the last two weeks?
Damned little.

Laurie King, Dreaming Spies-- King's Holmes, like Cumberbatch's, is convincing enough until one returns to the real thing, or even a pastiche of the real thing, and then just no. This book had Japan and Japanese and the crown prince Hirohito in it, but the plot-- well actually, the plot reminded me of ( Read more... )

1. My warm mist humidifier wouldn't warm last night. Light came on but no steam came out. It has an automatic shutoff when water is all gone and so are you, having forgotten to unplug it as on Friday's zombie morning, but the unit seemed to have burned itself out anyway. Was not going to go downstairs and root around dark bunker for the cool mist ( Read more... )