It wasn't really red, more a very dusky intermediate orange-red.  It was eerie, though.  It didn't really look like it shed any light at all.  I got up at 2am and figured I should stay up, since my throat hurts the most when I wake, and who wants to go through that more then once?  Weirdly, now that I'm somewhat in pain, I'm not tired.. exactly.  ( Read more... )

Hi flist!  I am waaaay behind on you.  You have probably written really cool stuff that I have not seen.  I also am- naturally- behind on my email.  Someday I will learn to keep current on both.  Maybe soon.

I say that because That Thing That's Wrong With Me is starting to get a little less Wrong.  I am healing.  Yay.  It's a bit of an awkward ( Read more... )

I guess this is boring, but I should mention this stuff.  Especially since I bitched all over my LJ about it.

I've been having problems with fatigue in the morning (and afternoon sometimes, it's like it gets going and won't quit).  Which is horrible news, since I love the morning to bits!  Morning is me time.  It's the best damn time of day other ( Read more... )

This is a banana slug.


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Like, officially?

You have hayfever.

Astgaejrhekfn.

The damn trees are starting with the pollen already?

Oh well, cherry blossoms should be here soon.  The yoshino cherries (the white ones) bloom first.  I'll take pictures of that.

I was going to take pictures of 'the last drizzle of winter in Vancouver' yesterday.  Today looks like a good candidate ( Read more... )

I am a freak for getting such a charge out of the changing seasons.  But I do, I 'smell' them coming.  I remember being 13 years old (and totally pissed off just as a standard operating procedure) and hanging out forlornly on the balcony of my parents' (in retrospect, gorgeous) late victorian red-brick gingerbread house in the Ottawa Valley.  It ( Read more... )

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I love Vancouver, it's so tropical. I know you guys who've lived here forever don't find it magical like I do, but damn is it ever. It's damply haunted like New Orleans was, but here all the ghosts are made of glass and clouds. And electricity, because just five minutes ago while doing the yoga that will not do a damn thing for my hypoglycemia, ( Read more... )