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rysmiel and zorinth. I had a good time with papersky Wednesday, having cleverly scheduled my travels to have the afternoon alone with her before she had to get ready to go to Worldcon.
I did almost nothing yesterday, being badly sleep-deprived: I got up at o-dark-thirty to get to the airport, and then slept very badly that night. More precisely, I had some sort of nightmare (of which all I remember is being somewhere high, and afraid), and then Rysmiel was asking me if I was okay, having heard me cry out. I was, basically, but despite a comforting hug I never really got back to sleep that night. So I rose when Papersky did, had tea with her and agreed "see you at New Year's", and decided it was as well that I'd made no plans for the day anyhow.
I eventually went out, three blocks each way to the patisserie, chocolate croissant and an apple pastry and even some bread, then came back, ate, and sort of half-napped with Bill Bryson's In a Sunburned Country (of which more, possibly, anon). When Rysmiel got home from work, Zorinth and I were doing geography, including far-flung French possessions and the delights of an atlas that shows sea-floor elevations. I suspect I may be a better geography teacher than his geography teacher, but at least his school still teaches geography. We went out for Chinese food--and I tried a new kind of mushroom, not-that-helpfully identified in this context as a "white mushroom", which it was, but so were the enoki, which I decided I'd disliked enough last time not to try this time.jonsinger, are you familiar with a very fractal white Chinese mushroom, delicate of flavor. Stopped on the way at the time travelers' bookshop--if the pulps weren't sufficient proof of its identity, the section of Westerns would be--and another used book outlet.
Today, I've read two volumes of the Lucifer graphic novel, and am quite impressed.
rysmiel and zorinth. I had a good time with papersky Wednesday, having cleverly scheduled my travels to have the afternoon alone with her before she had to get ready to go to Worldcon.I did almost nothing yesterday, being badly sleep-deprived: I got up at o-dark-thirty to get to the airport, and then slept very badly that night. More precisely, I had some sort of nightmare (of which all I remember is being somewhere high, and afraid), and then Rysmiel was asking me if I was okay, having heard me cry out. I was, basically, but despite a comforting hug I never really got back to sleep that night. So I rose when Papersky did, had tea with her and agreed "see you at New Year's", and decided it was as well that I'd made no plans for the day anyhow.
I eventually went out, three blocks each way to the patisserie, chocolate croissant and an apple pastry and even some bread, then came back, ate, and sort of half-napped with Bill Bryson's In a Sunburned Country (of which more, possibly, anon). When Rysmiel got home from work, Zorinth and I were doing geography, including far-flung French possessions and the delights of an atlas that shows sea-floor elevations. I suspect I may be a better geography teacher than his geography teacher, but at least his school still teaches geography. We went out for Chinese food--and I tried a new kind of mushroom, not-that-helpfully identified in this context as a "white mushroom", which it was, but so were the enoki, which I decided I'd disliked enough last time not to try this time.
jonsinger, are you familiar with a very fractal white Chinese mushroom, delicate of flavor. Stopped on the way at the time travelers' bookshop--if the pulps weren't sufficient proof of its identity, the section of Westerns would be--and another used book outlet.Today, I've read two volumes of the Lucifer graphic novel, and am quite impressed.