Hedgehogs know something we don't
Bad mood, blah blah, horrible person, want to hibernate nao plz.
pnr came over on Wednesday and helped me clear the balcony, since they are going to start renovating them on Monday and I had two huge potted plants out there, a honeysuckle and an ivy, both grown into a trellis. Everything had to be removed. I cut it all down and pnr who is a lovely person helped me carry them both through my flat, down the stairs and outside, since putting them inside my flat would most definitely kill them this time of year, if the brutal and unavoidable pruning won't. We put them over by the sandbox and picnic tables, hoping that nobody is going to use that place this time of year, and notice them, and steal them away. I really appreciated the help since my back is still a bit stiff after I pulled that muscle a couple of weeks ago.
Then I made dinner (a roast chicken and some kind of apple dessert) and we talked and I gave her a massage before she had to go and pick up her brother from the train station. I think that's the only social contact I've had all week; I haven't even spoken to anyone on the phone (except Mum, who doesn't count). It was very nice, though, and I hope I didn't bore her too much.
Apart from that I've mostly just immersed myself in the Vorkosigan Saga. Just finished Mirror Dance, which was excellent, and am now waiting for the next volume to become available from the library (some evil other person had borrowed it, sod 'em, so I won't get it for another two weeks at least). I have withdrawal symptoms already. London Girl used to say "Books are like drugs, but better", and I wholly agree. Especially really good SF and Fantasy books. Best comforter/anaesthesia I know. Don't know what I'll do when I'm done with them.
School starts again on Tuseday and I haven't done any of the homework yet. Am just freezing in my rather draughty flat and trying to keep warm with blankets, hot water bottles and lots of tea and can't focus on anything.
I also have a huge boil on my nose.
pnr came over on Wednesday and helped me clear the balcony, since they are going to start renovating them on Monday and I had two huge potted plants out there, a honeysuckle and an ivy, both grown into a trellis. Everything had to be removed. I cut it all down and pnr who is a lovely person helped me carry them both through my flat, down the stairs and outside, since putting them inside my flat would most definitely kill them this time of year, if the brutal and unavoidable pruning won't. We put them over by the sandbox and picnic tables, hoping that nobody is going to use that place this time of year, and notice them, and steal them away. I really appreciated the help since my back is still a bit stiff after I pulled that muscle a couple of weeks ago.
Then I made dinner (a roast chicken and some kind of apple dessert) and we talked and I gave her a massage before she had to go and pick up her brother from the train station. I think that's the only social contact I've had all week; I haven't even spoken to anyone on the phone (except Mum, who doesn't count). It was very nice, though, and I hope I didn't bore her too much.
Apart from that I've mostly just immersed myself in the Vorkosigan Saga. Just finished Mirror Dance, which was excellent, and am now waiting for the next volume to become available from the library (some evil other person had borrowed it, sod 'em, so I won't get it for another two weeks at least). I have withdrawal symptoms already. London Girl used to say "Books are like drugs, but better", and I wholly agree. Especially really good SF and Fantasy books. Best comforter/anaesthesia I know. Don't know what I'll do when I'm done with them.
School starts again on Tuseday and I haven't done any of the homework yet. Am just freezing in my rather draughty flat and trying to keep warm with blankets, hot water bottles and lots of tea and can't focus on anything.
I also have a huge boil on my nose.