Lack of sleep and general catch-up
Woke up about a half hour ago (see time stamp) and just stayed in bed for a while as the cats repositioned themselves around the newly awakened me. When it hit about 4:50 AM, I got up figuring I could go back at some point.
Dream journal: I was in a train station, one of those hubs you find in New York City subway stations where the tunnels to several different lines come together. As I exited one tunnel, I found jaylake surrounded by people doing a reading/signing thing in a corner. I said hi, waved, said I'd see him later, kept walking. There was something about me buying silk scarves all exactly the same for 12 different friends, and the thought that I must do that when I'm in Africa.
Kenya: My passport arrived back from the visa agency, so now I have my Kenyan visa. It came with a little note that says (exactly as follows):
With the compliments of the
Consulate General of the Republic of Kenya
Los Angeles CA
Thank you for choosing Magical Kenya
the cradle of mankind as your Holiday
Destination. Enjoy your safari
The visa itself is a rubber-stamped paragraph in the passport with a signature and some sort of code number. I'd hoped for something as exotic as my Egyptian visa, with its colored inks and two postage-stamp-like seals. Still, this is a cool way to initiate the use of the new passport. And now all that's left is the packing. Oh, and the reading.
Room switcheroo: After painting the window frame and touching up the ceiling, the room preparation is finished. Last night, when ironymaiden was here, I pulled up the dropcloth, tidied up the paints and brushes, and gathered together everything that has to go into the dumpster. After her departure, I tried to move my first piece of furniture down there. I thought it would be much lighter than it is with the drawers removed. Disappointingly, I was wrong. If anyone's available for furniture moving this Saturday (bed, dresser, jewelry cabinet), I'd love some help. The bed and dresser must come apart a bit. There will be pizza.
Writing: There has been writing, but not on the novel. I can't complain about producing wordage, it's just not where I want it to be and I need to figure out how to stop obsessing over that.
I'm grossly behind on my flist reading, so please forgive me if I've missed something important in the last week or so. Anything I should be aware of?
That's the scoop here at Chez scarlettina an hour or so before dawn. I'm going to try to get a little more sleep before I properly start my day.
Dream journal: I was in a train station, one of those hubs you find in New York City subway stations where the tunnels to several different lines come together. As I exited one tunnel, I found jaylake surrounded by people doing a reading/signing thing in a corner. I said hi, waved, said I'd see him later, kept walking. There was something about me buying silk scarves all exactly the same for 12 different friends, and the thought that I must do that when I'm in Africa.
Kenya: My passport arrived back from the visa agency, so now I have my Kenyan visa. It came with a little note that says (exactly as follows):
With the compliments of the
Consulate General of the Republic of Kenya
Los Angeles CA
Thank you for choosing Magical Kenya
the cradle of mankind as your Holiday
Destination. Enjoy your safari
The visa itself is a rubber-stamped paragraph in the passport with a signature and some sort of code number. I'd hoped for something as exotic as my Egyptian visa, with its colored inks and two postage-stamp-like seals. Still, this is a cool way to initiate the use of the new passport. And now all that's left is the packing. Oh, and the reading.
Room switcheroo: After painting the window frame and touching up the ceiling, the room preparation is finished. Last night, when ironymaiden was here, I pulled up the dropcloth, tidied up the paints and brushes, and gathered together everything that has to go into the dumpster. After her departure, I tried to move my first piece of furniture down there. I thought it would be much lighter than it is with the drawers removed. Disappointingly, I was wrong. If anyone's available for furniture moving this Saturday (bed, dresser, jewelry cabinet), I'd love some help. The bed and dresser must come apart a bit. There will be pizza.
Writing: There has been writing, but not on the novel. I can't complain about producing wordage, it's just not where I want it to be and I need to figure out how to stop obsessing over that.
I'm grossly behind on my flist reading, so please forgive me if I've missed something important in the last week or so. Anything I should be aware of?
That's the scoop here at Chez scarlettina an hour or so before dawn. I'm going to try to get a little more sleep before I properly start my day.