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What day is it?
Aug. 5th, 2008 12:36 pmThanks to the job and to my unexpected sick day, I have totally lost track of the passage of time.
I remember having a pretty intense dream just before awakening, but right now can't remember what it was about. It involved magic and spywork and something about those spiralling fire escapes we have in Montreal, I think.
The cats are confused, but were very happy to have me home all weekend.
I wrote a lot, but had started a new document, and my computer did the let's-randomly-reboot thing, and I lost ALL of it. That'll teach me not to save as I go. *sigh* I need a new computer, but new purchases are on hold until I move. Gnarr.
Work is pretty much as I left it. Right now it's the calm before the storm, I suspect: early mornings are usually pretty calm, and then things go insane starting at 09:00 all the way to 19:00. I'm glad I won't be here past 14:30. Also, the a/c appears to be malfunctioning or switched off: I'm really too warm, and the air isn't circulating at all. I may go in search of a fan soon.
:::ETA::: Done. I was way too uncomfortable.
The packing and cleaning were a wash yesterday and Sunday. I'm going to start again tonight. Yeesh. I refuse to freak out about this just yet. I got a grace period, anyway, since the person who was supposed to see the place tomorrow has (unfortunately) made different arrangements for her accommodations. Back to the drawing board to find a responsible tenant to take my place.
Otherwise, I'm feeling much better. Sleep is still a bit screwed up, but it should all be back to normal by tomorrow. I blame this on hubris: I was just patting myself on the back last week for not having had insomnia in a really long time.
I didn't take the bike into work today. I'm still a little wobbly, and I didn't quite trust myself in traffic and still overtired. Better a live and undertrained Phnee than a fit but dead Phnee, right? Right. Look at me, being all sensible and stuff. Shithead is telling me that I'm a slacker with no follow-through, but Shithead is an idiot and needs to shut up.
I've been reading Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver (she of The Poisonwood Bible fame), and thoroughly enjoying it. She is a Like-Minded Individual who moved to Appalachia with her husband and two daughters to live off the land. The book is a memoir of their first year making a go of it on their own, and is both funny, touching, and informative. She's really done her homework on the industry of agriculture in the U.S.A., and tries not to be too dogmatic in her writing. She is finely nuanced in her thoughts on tobacco culture, for instance, having grown up among tobacco farmers who depend upon their crops for their continued survival. I don't have too much time to go into it here, but I may give this its own entry eventually. I'm taking my time reading it, to give myself time to reflect on what it says. While she didn't quite start from scratch (the homestead was already in part-time use), she does make having a garden and livestock sound feasible. She even makes her own cheese.
Okay. Back to work.
I remember having a pretty intense dream just before awakening, but right now can't remember what it was about. It involved magic and spywork and something about those spiralling fire escapes we have in Montreal, I think.
The cats are confused, but were very happy to have me home all weekend.
I wrote a lot, but had started a new document, and my computer did the let's-randomly-reboot thing, and I lost ALL of it. That'll teach me not to save as I go. *sigh* I need a new computer, but new purchases are on hold until I move. Gnarr.
Work is pretty much as I left it. Right now it's the calm before the storm, I suspect: early mornings are usually pretty calm, and then things go insane starting at 09:00 all the way to 19:00. I'm glad I won't be here past 14:30. Also, the a/c appears to be malfunctioning or switched off: I'm really too warm, and the air isn't circulating at all. I may go in search of a fan soon.
:::ETA::: Done. I was way too uncomfortable.
The packing and cleaning were a wash yesterday and Sunday. I'm going to start again tonight. Yeesh. I refuse to freak out about this just yet. I got a grace period, anyway, since the person who was supposed to see the place tomorrow has (unfortunately) made different arrangements for her accommodations. Back to the drawing board to find a responsible tenant to take my place.
Otherwise, I'm feeling much better. Sleep is still a bit screwed up, but it should all be back to normal by tomorrow. I blame this on hubris: I was just patting myself on the back last week for not having had insomnia in a really long time.
I didn't take the bike into work today. I'm still a little wobbly, and I didn't quite trust myself in traffic and still overtired. Better a live and undertrained Phnee than a fit but dead Phnee, right? Right. Look at me, being all sensible and stuff. Shithead is telling me that I'm a slacker with no follow-through, but Shithead is an idiot and needs to shut up.
I've been reading Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver (she of The Poisonwood Bible fame), and thoroughly enjoying it. She is a Like-Minded Individual who moved to Appalachia with her husband and two daughters to live off the land. The book is a memoir of their first year making a go of it on their own, and is both funny, touching, and informative. She's really done her homework on the industry of agriculture in the U.S.A., and tries not to be too dogmatic in her writing. She is finely nuanced in her thoughts on tobacco culture, for instance, having grown up among tobacco farmers who depend upon their crops for their continued survival. I don't have too much time to go into it here, but I may give this its own entry eventually. I'm taking my time reading it, to give myself time to reflect on what it says. While she didn't quite start from scratch (the homestead was already in part-time use), she does make having a garden and livestock sound feasible. She even makes her own cheese.
Okay. Back to work.
