Days starting to run together...
This unfortunately has turned into one of those weeks where the entry title turned into a annoying reality. Wednesday through Friday, I had work at the day job and the place got really busy, which meant the doors opening constantly and the cold air coming in. Also meant that I had to rework my housework schedule (laundry, including washing the new bed sheets, a full load in and of itself) around the work schedule, which turned into a lot of juggling and using up my spoons. Friday in particular, I burned through a lot of spoons, even before I got to work. At least I had one consolation when I got home that night: one of the local movie stations showed Jim Henson's "Labyrinth", in memory of David Bowie - farewell, Starman and Goblin King and Thin White Duke, but know that you loved and were loved in return. Finally got to share it with my folks: Mum in particular enjoyed it, giggling at the goblins and their antics. Might dig out my copy of the movie novelization, which I know I have somewhere on my shelves.
On Saturday, I found an explanation for the chronic shortness of spoons, aside from the metric ton of work: That Time of the Month hit me, leaving me chilly and curled up under my covers, reading books, among them "Cassilda's Song", a collection of King in Yellow stories written entirely by female authors and edited by Joe Pulver, also Jacqueline Carey's "Kushiel's Justice", which I finally got back to reading. For some reason, perhaps because I read the first book in the series around this time of the year, I find myself returning to the Terre D'Ange and its environs when the real world turns to winter.
Today, still feel tired, but I managed to get the energy together to work on taking down the Christmas tree in the family room: a bit of a sad thing, but that means the angel tree can go up soon.
Also! with the imminent premiere of the X-Files revival (waiting for a kind person to upload the episode onto one of the various streaming sites I've made use of in order to watch currently airing things), I've decided to rewatch the original series, or at the least some random episodes that I particularly enjoyed. Should come in handy later this week, as I have pro!fic to type against a deadline at the start of next month. As always, wish me luck in getting published!
On Saturday, I found an explanation for the chronic shortness of spoons, aside from the metric ton of work: That Time of the Month hit me, leaving me chilly and curled up under my covers, reading books, among them "Cassilda's Song", a collection of King in Yellow stories written entirely by female authors and edited by Joe Pulver, also Jacqueline Carey's "Kushiel's Justice", which I finally got back to reading. For some reason, perhaps because I read the first book in the series around this time of the year, I find myself returning to the Terre D'Ange and its environs when the real world turns to winter.
Today, still feel tired, but I managed to get the energy together to work on taking down the Christmas tree in the family room: a bit of a sad thing, but that means the angel tree can go up soon.
Also! with the imminent premiere of the X-Files revival (waiting for a kind person to upload the episode onto one of the various streaming sites I've made use of in order to watch currently airing things), I've decided to rewatch the original series, or at the least some random episodes that I particularly enjoyed. Should come in handy later this week, as I have pro!fic to type against a deadline at the start of next month. As always, wish me luck in getting published!