miscellanea

I mentioned a few days ago, parenthetically, that I'd weighed myself at the gym and come up at least a stone lighter than I'd expected. I double-checked on a different scale yesterday, and am back where I thought I was (about 195). It's weird--not that 195 is a better weight, but "unexplained weight loss" could have been a problem, and it just didn't seem likely since my clothes aren't looser. So, oddly, I'm relieved. If I lose weight, I lose weight: but 20-odd pounds suddenly just felt wrong. I knew enough to double-check rather than trust the reading: it's a skill like knowing that 12.73 times 2.4 isn't going to be either 150 or 7.

Basically we did almost nothing today. cattitude has been compiling pieces of Linux all day, and my great achievements were writing a check, filling out a couple of forms, and cooking two-cheese omelets for lunch. I think I needed the day of downtime, after rushing through Friday, being out late Saturday, and socializing and gardening yesterday. (Long-time readers know that Saturday is my normal downtime, but people will schedule parties then.)

The one clover sprout has fallen over and died. I will try something else with the remaining seeds, probably ordinary potting soil in a very shallow layer, perhaps in a small bowl, but maybe not right away. Right away I may take my trowel across the street and grab some to transplant. Or just let the snapdragons continue snappily along.

I've made contact with my visiting Irish fan, Eimear ("mine" in the sense that I offered to try to organize something social), and have at least a small dinner party put together for tomorrow evening. (If you're NYC-local, haven't heard from me about this, and interested, please get in touch ASAP.)

My first check from my current freelance client--for work done a couple of months ago and invoiced in July--arrived today, and will go into the bank tomorrow. This feels a little better. It's not that things are that tight, but when you're freelancing, money doesn't come in as regularly. I've already had the weeks with shorter unemployment checks because of this work, so having the actual pay feels like balancing, as well as being money I can do something with.

miscellanea

I mentioned a few days ago, parenthetically, that I'd weighed myself at the gym and come up at least a stone lighter than I'd expected. I double-checked on a different scale yesterday, and am back where I thought I was (about 195). It's weird--not that 195 is a better weight, but "unexplained weight loss" could have been a problem, and it just didn't seem likely since my clothes aren't looser. So, oddly, I'm relieved. If I lose weight, I lose weight: but 20-odd pounds suddenly just felt wrong. I knew enough to double-check rather than trust the reading: it's a skill like knowing that 12.73 times 2.4 isn't going to be either 150 or 7.

Basically we did almost nothing today. cattitude has been compiling pieces of Linux all day, and my great achievements were writing a check, filling out a couple of forms, and cooking two-cheese omelets for lunch. I think I needed the day of downtime, after rushing through Friday, being out late Saturday, and socializing and gardening yesterday. (Long-time readers know that Saturday is my normal downtime, but people will schedule parties then.)

The one clover sprout has fallen over and died. I will try something else with the remaining seeds, probably ordinary potting soil in a very shallow layer, perhaps in a small bowl, but maybe not right away. Right away I may take my trowel across the street and grab some to transplant. Or just let the snapdragons continue snappily along.

I've made contact with my visiting Irish fan, Eimear ("mine" in the sense that I offered to try to organize something social), and have at least a small dinner party put together for tomorrow evening. (If you're NYC-local, haven't heard from me about this, and interested, please get in touch ASAP.)

My first check from my current freelance client--for work done a couple of months ago and invoiced in July--arrived today, and will go into the bank tomorrow. This feels a little better. It's not that things are that tight, but when you're freelancing, money doesn't come in as regularly. I've already had the weeks with shorter unemployment checks because of this work, so having the actual pay feels like balancing, as well as being money I can do something with.

confuse-a-cat

cattitude and I switched sides of the bed last night.

It was a whim, mostly: he was sprawled on "my" side when we were ready to go to bed, and for reasons I no longer remember, I lay down, though with my glasses still on. He suggested we stay where we were, and see how that worked--sleep on different lumps in the futon. So we moved all the pillows around and went to bed, with the agreement that if it didn't work we'd swap back.

He fell asleep quickly. I fell asleep a little more slowly, in part because I was on the side where Artemis normally jumps up after we turn the lights out, and Andy strokes her briefly before she wanders over to me. She jumped up and--things weren't right. I did my best to make her comfortable, but she's set in her ways. If we do this for long, she'll probably sort it out, but I expect to switch back fairly soon: the alternative would be to move everything from each bedside table to the other, so I can get at what I'm used to having handy, and he can get at his stuff.

confuse-a-cat

cattitude and I switched sides of the bed last night.

It was a whim, mostly: he was sprawled on "my" side when we were ready to go to bed, and for reasons I no longer remember, I lay down, though with my glasses still on. He suggested we stay where we were, and see how that worked--sleep on different lumps in the futon. So we moved all the pillows around and went to bed, with the agreement that if it didn't work we'd swap back.

He fell asleep quickly. I fell asleep a little more slowly, in part because I was on the side where Artemis normally jumps up after we turn the lights out, and Andy strokes her briefly before she wanders over to me. She jumped up and--things weren't right. I did my best to make her comfortable, but she's set in her ways. If we do this for long, she'll probably sort it out, but I expect to switch back fairly soon: the alternative would be to move everything from each bedside table to the other, so I can get at what I'm used to having handy, and he can get at his stuff.