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The good news is that I may have a short-term job. I got email from Catherine at McGraw-Hill, who wanted to know if I'd be available for about a month of work similar to what I did for them last winter (but not in social studies this time). I said yes, we talked briefly--she explained that she'd sent email because she didn't have my phone number--and I'll probably be hearing from someone named Mike tomorrow or Tuesday. Or my answering machine will.

The annoying news is that my shoulder is still not happy, in part because I spent about an hour on LJ the other morning. papersky has a trackball that was made for a right-hander, and while she's comfy using it lefty, I left it where it was until my shoulder reminded me of what a bad idea that was being. So, back to ibuprofen as well as the ice and stretching. I also miss my and cattitude's nice queen-size bed. (I also miss Cattitude, but that's not why my shoulder hurts.)

Pleasant, though not exactly news, is plenty of sushi and bookstore wandering. This morning is already rainy, which may be just as well given my need to take a break from running around in the heat and sunshine, but we may still try to go to Cha Noir for tea and chocolate. (We can't stay in all day: if nothing else, we need milk, and other groceries if we're planning to cook anything beyond rice or pasta with sauteed onions.)

I think I've read five of Bujold's Miles Vorkosigan books while I've been here (Memory through Civil Campaign), and one and a half (so far) Jasper Ffordes (following up on The Eyre Affair, which adrian_turtle gave me last New Year's).

I'm cheerfully looking at random ads and signs, just to try to get a bit more French into my brain and to see how much of them I can figure out. Some are easy: there's a blood drive on, for example, and I don't want to go white-water rafting on the St. Laurent.

N.B.: because of the mouse/trackball/shoulder difficulties, this post is not evidence that I'm actually reading anyone's journals, Web pages, or anything else other than personal email (mailing lists can wait). And I may not check that again until I'm back in New York and caught up with Cattitude.

(no subject)

The good news is that I may have a short-term job. I got email from Catherine at McGraw-Hill, who wanted to know if I'd be available for about a month of work similar to what I did for them last winter (but not in social studies this time). I said yes, we talked briefly--she explained that she'd sent email because she didn't have my phone number--and I'll probably be hearing from someone named Mike tomorrow or Tuesday. Or my answering machine will.

The annoying news is that my shoulder is still not happy, in part because I spent about an hour on LJ the other morning. papersky has a trackball that was made for a right-hander, and while she's comfy using it lefty, I left it where it was until my shoulder reminded me of what a bad idea that was being. So, back to ibuprofen as well as the ice and stretching. I also miss my and cattitude's nice queen-size bed. (I also miss Cattitude, but that's not why my shoulder hurts.)

Pleasant, though not exactly news, is plenty of sushi and bookstore wandering. This morning is already rainy, which may be just as well given my need to take a break from running around in the heat and sunshine, but we may still try to go to Cha Noir for tea and chocolate. (We can't stay in all day: if nothing else, we need milk, and other groceries if we're planning to cook anything beyond rice or pasta with sauteed onions.)

I think I've read five of Bujold's Miles Vorkosigan books while I've been here (Memory through Civil Campaign), and one and a half (so far) Jasper Ffordes (following up on The Eyre Affair, which adrian_turtle gave me last New Year's).

I'm cheerfully looking at random ads and signs, just to try to get a bit more French into my brain and to see how much of them I can figure out. Some are easy: there's a blood drive on, for example, and I don't want to go white-water rafting on the St. Laurent.

N.B.: because of the mouse/trackball/shoulder difficulties, this post is not evidence that I'm actually reading anyone's journals, Web pages, or anything else other than personal email (mailing lists can wait). And I may not check that again until I'm back in New York and caught up with Cattitude.