I've already forgotten what 2018 was like. Look at my journal to refresh me. 2018 was snow in April, then rain and hurricane winds, that brought down trees and wires, and heat from May through Canadian Thanksgiving, after which it was just rain. As tonight, in fact. Me-wise, it was a six-week spring sinus infection that killed my sense of taste and ( Read more... )

As that inspired Guardian columnist calls it. Evidently I'm not the only one who has come unstuck in time, unable to keep days straight and losing a few in the process. I keep thinking today is New Year's Eve and am confused that there's still, yet, one more day left in this year ( Read more... )

The dead days are earning their name, aided by rain and a return of the norovirus that required me to cancel two appointments today, both of which I must still pay for. In consequence, I have been semi-crippled most of this week and have finished a buncha books.

Or laeta triumphans, since there's only one of me. BUT:

Work over until a week Wednesday.

Postal strike not only over but caught up, so:

Lies Sleeping in the mailbox today. (Along with your Christmas card, G, and thank you for both.)

Aya de Yopoungo 4&5 in at the library ( Read more... )

1. Sun and dry ( Read more... )

The worst part of physiotherapy is perhaps the constant refrain of 'ur doin it rong'. So my quad strengthening exercises haven't been engaging my quads, and my core strengthening exercises, while done perfectly according to the old rules, no longer apply to the new, where you do not in fact flatten the back or tuck the tum. You tighten ( Read more... )

How ironic that I'm currently up to the Hoarders and Wasters in the Purgatorio ( Read more... )

A December thunderstorm. How charming. -_ ( Read more... )

Succeeded in the Last Task of getting snow melt (ecologically friendly, will not harm children, animals or concrete.) Rode it home on the bike in the gusty winds of winter, cursing mightily at the weight. But then considered that last year, those 10 kg/ 22 lbs were on me, not the carrier. Which is, I suppose, a cheering thought ( Read more... )

Today, for the first time in weeks, I managed something more than the weekend essentials of laundry and dishes. The front hall is now (more or less) clear of the leaves that blow in/ attach to bike wheels and has been swiffered (more or less) clean. Ditto the kitchen floor in a bit more lick and a promise fashion. Of course, now it all smells of ( Read more... )