Pretty pictures

My friend cassini_saturn has a fine post about Phoebe, with photos.

Pretty pictures

My friend cassini_saturn has a fine post about Phoebe, with photos.

Knowing this doesn't help either

I realized this morning that part of why I keep brooding about finances is that almost all the copy I proofread is money-related, either "win lots of money" or "Save! Buy this thing [that nobody needs] for less than the [horribly inflated] "value/MSRP/future price". If I were working on medical copy, I might be developing hypochondria.

Knowing this doesn't help either

I realized this morning that part of why I keep brooding about finances is that almost all the copy I proofread is money-related, either "win lots of money" or "Save! Buy this thing [that nobody needs] for less than the [horribly inflated] "value/MSRP/future price". If I were working on medical copy, I might be developing hypochondria.

Lunch hour walks

I ate my sandwich today, then wandered around Port Washington for about half an hour: out a side gate of the company property, then up Radcliffe Lane (up in this case meaning both inland/south, and uphill at first) until it ended at Middleneck Road, then a short loop, back down Radcliffe to the office. About 25 minutes at a fairly brisk pace, I'd guess around a mile and a half. Not bad for someone who, six hours earlier, was worried that she'd overdone her calf exercises the day before.

I passed a variety of houses, and one building promising that a deli/store was "coming soon"; all the nearby commerce is on Shore Road. Which is fine if I want it--yesterday's lunch hour walk was to a branch of my bank--but the rest of the time I'd rather walk past lawns and rose bushes, with some shade.

I rode home with Elena (my regular morning train companion, who usually gets a ride back into the city in the evening), and she mentioned having picked mulberries during her lunch hour walk/shopping. So I stopped on my way home for mulberries, which were fine and sweet: last week I'd tasted a few from this same tree, and concluded that they needed more sun.

Lunch hour walks

I ate my sandwich today, then wandered around Port Washington for about half an hour: out a side gate of the company property, then up Radcliffe Lane (up in this case meaning both inland/south, and uphill at first) until it ended at Middleneck Road, then a short loop, back down Radcliffe to the office. About 25 minutes at a fairly brisk pace, I'd guess around a mile and a half. Not bad for someone who, six hours earlier, was worried that she'd overdone her calf exercises the day before.

I passed a variety of houses, and one building promising that a deli/store was "coming soon"; all the nearby commerce is on Shore Road. Which is fine if I want it--yesterday's lunch hour walk was to a branch of my bank--but the rest of the time I'd rather walk past lawns and rose bushes, with some shade.

I rode home with Elena (my regular morning train companion, who usually gets a ride back into the city in the evening), and she mentioned having picked mulberries during her lunch hour walk/shopping. So I stopped on my way home for mulberries, which were fine and sweet: last week I'd tasted a few from this same tree, and concluded that they needed more sun.