Catching up a bit

Friday I had a very nice dim sum lunch with D and roadnotes. We started a bit late because D got lost, but it seemed to be a bit of an off-hour, so we had plenty of time to sit and talk and nibble and drink tea. Once sated, we wandered around Chinatown a bit, including a trip to the Fountain Pen Hospital, which D wished she'd known about when she was getting into fountain pens 30 years ago.

Yesterday I had a slow, lazy morning, then went to the gym because I thought it would give me energy before doing social things. ( numbers on a brief workout )

Thence out to Moshe's for the monthly Last Chance Salon; I ran into bugsybanana on the bus, so we got there together. A small gathering, but pleasant, and ending in dinner at a New Lok Kee, a perfectly nice Cantonese restaurant. I was sniffling, sneezing, and otherwise feeling as though I either had a cold or was badly allergic to Moshe's kittens. I was surprised to do more than drink soup and tea, but once food was put in front of me it seemed a fine idea. I felt much better by the end of dinner, leading me to suspect it was the cats. On the other hand, I woke this morning with a bit of sore throat, so maybe there's something else going on.

I called my aunt Lea when I got home last night. She's cheerful and says she's feeling great, and has cut her hair short in preparation for chemotherapy, which she's starting on tomorrow. I pointed out that, if she needs a hand with things, at the moment she has an unemployed niece. She thanked me and said I'd made her day. I suspect she won't call on me for much, just knowing her and thinking about geography and how handy she is to shopping and such, but it's up to her.

That would be the worst case: allergic to his cats (which we barely saw) and getting sick.

Catching up a bit

Friday I had a very nice dim sum lunch with D and roadnotes. We started a bit late because D got lost, but it seemed to be a bit of an off-hour, so we had plenty of time to sit and talk and nibble and drink tea. Once sated, we wandered around Chinatown a bit, including a trip to the Fountain Pen Hospital, which D wished she'd known about when she was getting into fountain pens 30 years ago.

Yesterday I had a slow, lazy morning, then went to the gym because I thought it would give me energy before doing social things. ( numbers on a brief workout )

Thence out to Moshe's for the monthly Last Chance Salon; I ran into bugsybanana on the bus, so we got there together. A small gathering, but pleasant, and ending in dinner at a New Lok Kee, a perfectly nice Cantonese restaurant. I was sniffling, sneezing, and otherwise feeling as though I either had a cold or was badly allergic to Moshe's kittens. I was surprised to do more than drink soup and tea, but once food was put in front of me it seemed a fine idea. I felt much better by the end of dinner, leading me to suspect it was the cats. On the other hand, I woke this morning with a bit of sore throat, so maybe there's something else going on.

I called my aunt Lea when I got home last night. She's cheerful and says she's feeling great, and has cut her hair short in preparation for chemotherapy, which she's starting on tomorrow. I pointed out that, if she needs a hand with things, at the moment she has an unemployed niece. She thanked me and said I'd made her day. I suspect she won't call on me for much, just knowing her and thinking about geography and how handy she is to shopping and such, but it's up to her.

That would be the worst case: allergic to his cats (which we barely saw) and getting sick.

Birthday

Have a very happy birthday, papersky

Birthday

Have a very happy birthday, papersky

Better than nothing

Sometimes I have days that feel wasted, and it helps to inventory actual accomplishments.

Thus: I have done the laundry (and folded about a third of it thus far); I have sent an application for a proofreading project (which I suspect is actually a copyediting project); I have cooked lunch.

Unfortunately, I started feeling queasy about 2/3 of the way through lunch--which had been quite tasty until that moment--and didn't eat any more. So I'm sitting here, watching a cup of jasmine dragon tea brew and listening to Dennis Elsas on WFUV, and trying to avoid tedious grumbling. (I may delete this entire post later; don't leave deathless prose in comments unless you keep backups elsewhere.)

Addendum: The blessings of a well-stocked kitchen: I am now eating basmati rice with fresh ginger root (ginger being good for stomach and digestive troubles, and one of my favorite flavors), and drinking another cup of the dragon tea.

Better than nothing

Sometimes I have days that feel wasted, and it helps to inventory actual accomplishments.

Thus: I have done the laundry (and folded about a third of it thus far); I have sent an application for a proofreading project (which I suspect is actually a copyediting project); I have cooked lunch.

Unfortunately, I started feeling queasy about 2/3 of the way through lunch--which had been quite tasty until that moment--and didn't eat any more. So I'm sitting here, watching a cup of jasmine dragon tea brew and listening to Dennis Elsas on WFUV, and trying to avoid tedious grumbling. (I may delete this entire post later; don't leave deathless prose in comments unless you keep backups elsewhere.)

Addendum: The blessings of a well-stocked kitchen: I am now eating basmati rice with fresh ginger root (ginger being good for stomach and digestive troubles, and one of my favorite flavors), and drinking another cup of the dragon tea.

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It took me four or five tries and some deliberate fiddling--oh, hell, downright lies--to get ( this quiz result )

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It took me four or five tries and some deliberate fiddling--oh, hell, downright lies--to get ( this quiz result )