1. It is really interesting watching an ulnar nerve treatment sequence when the issue's caught early and treated appropriately. (I may be tagging along on Zach's unhooping sessions.)

2. It would be really nice to get a 'We received your box of solidly packed doom permanent residency application' letter so I can apply for BC medical coverage ( Read more... )

Thank you for having a Moment at the business paperwork earlier this year. It made replenishing the supply of blank CDs today remarkably easier.

Sincerely,
Future You

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I really do not miss Metro Seattle's traffic. Ye gods. It took us half an hour to get through eight freeway exits. *squinchy face ( Read more... )

I have to say, it's kind of nice to be a position where your physiotherapist pokes you, you yelp and ask if you worked the right thing and hurt yourself, or worked the wrong thing, and she says, nope, you worked the right thing hard ( Read more... )

The actual proper panic re: going back to school today hit last night. I think I got maybe four hours of light doze ( Read more... )

The business is largely moved in (I lack the phones, at the moment, as my mother goldfished bringing the answering machine from the house and tha's a touch important, and we're quite short on user guides). It ate what would ordinarily be the dining room in the house*, which leaves us with a spare bedroom. Lo, the extravagence. :)

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Sunday evening, I wrote (worldbuilding in two different places, around two thousand words in probable total). I think I'm still paying for that--though I may have changed unconscious sleeping positions or something as well. Am currently operating on something like two and a half usable digits on my dominant hand, and the wrist on the nondominant ( Read more... )

We have one "You look reeeally familiar . . .", one "are you here for an inter--*stare!*", several double-takes (including ones that involve passing by a doorway, then backing up to look through it), one 'OMG YOU CUT YOUR HAIR!', a " . . Who am I looking at? *as addressed turns around, SCREAM!*", a couple of 'how the heck are you hiding your hair ( Read more... )

Apparently my desaturated green 'cowboy' boots look rather like old-style engineer boots (the straps, squared-off toes and heels). The sort an engineer would tuck his pants into while standing in a swamp to build a dam, or blow up a mountain.

One of our geotechnical engineers just had a shiny moment over our tear-by-hand packing tape.

Jawed staple removers make decent castanets.