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I left my PDA, a.k.a. the spare brain, at home this morning. I haven't needed it for anything yet, but it's odd not to have it here.
Other than that, it's the sort of overcast day that looks like what people expect of a Monday morning--not that eastern New Jersey is the most delightful of views to begin with, and I'm looking at a manuscript which has, I think, eight or nine places where the woman who leaves tomorrow dropped in filler instead of writing actual content.
That's this morning. Yesterday, conversely, I had a good couple of hours with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
roadnotes, tea and conversation and a bit of walking. I came home with chocolate, tea, rye bread (most of which has been frozen for later sandwiches), and shrimp. Then I had a good, brief phone conversation with alanro, who was on the phone with cattitude when I got home. I wouldn't exactly say I was insecure, but both those conversations were reassuring.
I forgot to mention one pleasant bit of morning: on the way to work, Cattitude and I stopped to feed the ducks. It took a while, because they weren't moving off the bit of mud flat to come to the usual feeding spots. But when we walked over there, we found six new ducklings--fluffy new baby theropods! Soft! And hungry.
Other than that, it's the sort of overcast day that looks like what people expect of a Monday morning--not that eastern New Jersey is the most delightful of views to begin with, and I'm looking at a manuscript which has, I think, eight or nine places where the woman who leaves tomorrow dropped in filler instead of writing actual content.
That's this morning. Yesterday, conversely, I had a good couple of hours with
roadnotes, tea and conversation and a bit of walking. I came home with chocolate, tea, rye bread (most of which has been frozen for later sandwiches), and shrimp. Then I had a good, brief phone conversation with alanro, who was on the phone with cattitude when I got home. I wouldn't exactly say I was insecure, but both those conversations were reassuring.I forgot to mention one pleasant bit of morning: on the way to work, Cattitude and I stopped to feed the ducks. It took a while, because they weren't moving off the bit of mud flat to come to the usual feeding spots. But when we walked over there, we found six new ducklings--fluffy new baby theropods! Soft! And hungry.