jaunthie: (Default)
What can I say? It's been a busy couple of months, and as I'm essentially only posting here for my own amusement, it just hasn't made the top of the priority list.

(Yes, I know: if I posted more often, I might have more of an audience. The irony is not lost on me.)

Anyhow, the journal isn't the only thing that has suffered recently. My garden got into a truly appalling state of weeds and overgrown bits, from which I am still digging out. Thanks to a decent weather weekend, and with assistance from [livejournal.com profile] fisherbear and MamaBear, I finally have one veggie bed mostly planted, another weeded out and turned over, and the big flowerbed weeded and reseeded (and planted with six dahlia tubers, with hopes that I might actually succeed with dahlias for a change. I'm not holding my breath though), and the herb beds and walkways trimmed back, roses propped up, etcetera. But the back veggie garden is still more than half a weed pile (good spring forage for native pollinators, mind), and while my three side veggie beds are producing their first harvests (radishes, yum! baby spinach! baby lettuces!), they *desperately* need a good 3-4 inches of compost added to the tops.

On the plus side, I finally managed to synopsize the novel, and have the info I need for various submissions, plus I've made some progress on other stories, so there's that. And fisherbear and I went on a lovely trip, our first vacation away together since our tenth anniversary. That was great.

Mostly, it's just a really, really busy spring. And I really could use a week or two to concentrate entirely on my own stuff. In other words, it's pretty much business as usual!
jaunthie: (shoe salute)
It's been a number of years since I participated in the 3-Day. (And given the recently revealed nature of the leadership and financial wastefulness of the organization, I'll probably never participate in another Komen-sponsored event, but that's another post.) Since then, I have gradually gotten *out* of the habit of walking intensively. Oh, I still walk, but I have a sedentary job, and I don't force myself to go out walking the way I did when I was in training.

Cut scene to a few weeks ago, when I read an article in the New York Times about the effects of walking 10,000 steps a day (or more) compared to walking less than that. It seems that the 10K mark is the cutoff point for all sorts of beneficial metabolic effects. Walk 10K steps a day or more, and your metabolism is higher, your blood sugar doesn't spike after meals, and a long list of so-ons. Walk less, and even if you're in really good shape, your metabolism goes all "meh" within just a few days.

Huh, I thought. That's interesting.

What was even more interesting was the American average of daily steps taken: 4,300. That's ALL DAY, walking around to the bathroom, doing chores, commuting, everything. Not just concentrated exercise, but every single step a person takes between getting up in the morning and going to bed at night.

Which led me to two thoughts:
  • Wow. If 4,300 steps per day is the AVERAGE, how many fewer steps must some people take, to balance out all those folks who regularly run/walk/etc? And how is it even *possible* to take so few steps in the course of a day?
  • Waitaminute. I wonder how many steps per day *I* take these days?
It's an interesting question, because as I said, I work in a sedentary job, and most of my outside interests are also relatively sedentary. Okay, well maybe not *most*, but writing = butt in chair; photography = some walking around taking pictures followed by processing the digital images, i.e., butt in chair; gardening = well, not butt in chair except when I'm drooling over seed and plant catalogues, but at this time of year with its unpredictable weather, it's not a regular bit of exercise, either. I do go to the gym at least twice a week, but even I know that's not enough. And while I walk from the bus stop to work and back, that's not a huge distance, either.

So you know what I did, of course. I bought a very cheap pedometer and clipped it onto my pocket.

The good news? Even in my current not-terribly-active life, I still average well over the American reported average of 4,300 steps per day. I've usually got about 2,000 steps in just by the time I sit down to my desk in the mornings.

The bad news? I'm below that 10K per day average. Granted, there are certain activities I do (indoor rock climbing, cycling) that don't register on the pedometer. (No big surprise that a pedometer doesn't keep track of "steps" when those steps are going more-or-less straight up and/or aroundandaroundandaround.) But still, I'm averaging less than that magic number, so to speak. (And yes, I'm aware that everyone's number will be different.) By and large, over the course of a week I'm averaging about 8,000 steps per day. Which is pretty pathetic, really.

Fortunately, I have a gadget now that tells me what a slug I'm being. And like many people, I can be motivated by numbers. Just by putting on a pedometer, I am walking more. (I like seeing that number go up. I'm easily amused. This is not news.) And now that I know what the facts are, I'm starting to strategize how I can get more walking in every day.

To be specific, I'm curious to see what the effects of walking for five minutes every hour during the workday is on my daily steps average. Five minutes isn't a long time, but it's enough to get my blood moving, which is the whole point. And with more and more articles proliferating recently about how sitting for hours at a time is really, really not good for you, it's an experiment worth doing.

What about the rest of you? Any ideas, tips, strategies, etc? How many steps do you think you take per day? And are you interested in/motivated to increase your totals?
jaunthie: (sidelit tulip)
Oh, it is spring! Seriously spring. 'The daffodils and cherry trees and magnolias are all blooming' level of spring. And this weekend actually featured decent weather. Unfortunately I wasn't able to get out into the yard on Saturday due to prior commitments, but I did get time in the yard on Sunday. And oh, my poor yard is in such desperate need of attention, it's not even funny. I managed to get half the back veggie bed turned over, and two of the side beds weeded out and planted with early spring veggies, but there's still a ton to be done; the second half of the back bed to be weeded and turned, the southern front bed to be turned again, the other two front beds to be weeded and turned, not to mention amended and planted, stat - and that's not even going into all the maintenance that needs to be done on the flower and herb beds. And we're back to rain this week, at least in theory.

In practice, last night was clear and surprisingly mild. So much so that [livejournal.com profile] fisherbear and I went for a nice walk. You can really smell the magnolias, cherries, and pieris japonica at night, much more clearly than you can during the day (or at least that was true last night). It was lovely, and a welcome reminder that summer is just around the corner.

Also a terrifying reminder, as summer *is* just around the corner and I am so behind in my gardening!!!
jaunthie: (snow buddha)
Yup, it's snowing again today. Off and on, and not seriously, but still.

Yesterday, I wore my usual spring jacket to work - which is to say the waterproof Marmot shell that reaches to mid-thigh. Waterproof, windproof, but not a warm winter coat on its own.  I left my gloves at home, although I did remember my scarf. And I was *cold* at the bus stop, no question about it.

Today, I wore my warmest winter coat - my red wool overcoat that reaches to mid-calf - plus gloves, scarf, and my brown fleece hat. I looked a little Carmen Sandiego, but I was nice and toasty warm!  Good thing I hadn't taken the coat for its end-of-season dry cleaning yet...

Ah, spring!
jaunthie: (snow rose)
...yeah, it's spring. In fact, it's very March, in the classic "in like a lion" and "unpredictable weather" stereotypes of the month. It's snowing again today. No signs of it sticking where I live or where I work, but I've heard that some of the outlying areas are getting in accumulations that can be measured in feet, not just inches.

Whee.

My poor garden didn't get much love at the end of last season or over the winter, and I'm definitely starting to pay for that neglect now. The veggie beds are entirely weedy and desperately need to be turned over. My celery plants survived the winter, so I'll want to dig them up and transplant them somewhere when I do turn over that particular bed. In the meantime, the hellebores are blooming in the flower beds and pots, my early daffodils are up and starting to bloom, the snowdrops are in full spate, the hyacinths along the path are in early bloom, and the sweet violets and crocuses are working extra hard to make each other look good. (I planted sweet violets over my crocus bulbs, partially on the theory that the two would look good together, partially as a ward against squirrels. Judging from this spring's performance, it was a brilliant plan on both parts.)  I've got tulips and peony shoots popping up, the grape hyacinths are showing bud stalks, and the roses are starting to leaf out. One rose is even budding, but that particular rose is often seasonally confused.

I am doing major battle against weeds in every bed, flower and veggie, but that's nothing new.  Rather worse than usual, but not new.  There's always something to be done in the garden, and weeding often takes second place to bigger chores when the weather decides to cooperate (which it mostly hasn't so far), like turning beds or pruning back the rose/chilean-potato-shrub thicket in the corner of the yard. That particular mess had gotten so bad I could hardly see the ground in places, so a few weekends ago, when we got a bit of a weather break, I went after it with the loppers and a lot of determination.

If you look at the corner now, what I did doesn't seem terribly drastic. I opened it up, but I didn't cut things waaaaay back or waaaay high.

If you looked at the massive pile of cut-away canes, branches, and other debris, you'd know that I did a heck of a lot. As in too much to fit in my oversized yard bin. It took several weeks before I managed to fit the last of it into the bin.  And only some of that was due to the weather.

But the season is progressing rapidly, and I need to find time to get out there, clear away the weeds and detritus, and get things ready for early spring veggie planting. (Okay, to be truthful, I have some baby radishes going. And I separated out the volunteer garlic plants from the cloves I missed last year and replanted them in one of the side-yard raised beds. And I have baby onions perhaps making an appearance. But really, this isn't much.) I am eagerly looking forward to fresh peas, which means I need to get ready to *plant* peas. And so on.

And I still haven't made my seed purchases for the year....

...yeah, it's spring. Welcome to March.
jaunthie: (aim to misbehave)
I only seem to be updating this journal once or twice a month right now. Sorry about that, but that's the way things are for the moment. It's not that things aren't happening in my life; in fact, my life is its usual busy self. Perhaps it's that most weeks, the kind of busy I am doesn't translate well into interesting journal posts, and when there are interesting things going on, I'm too busy being in the moment with them to remember to post about them. Or perhaps I'm just lazy.

Anyway, it's already mid-February, and I have a lot to catch up on. First and foremost, there's this:




No, you're not imagining things... Click to read more! )

So how has everyone else's February been so far?


jaunthie: (Toy or Cthulhu?)
I spent a goodly portion of last week out of town, having a fantastic time with [livejournal.com profile] monkeybard and [livejournal.com profile] ryalin1. I'm going to write up at least some of our adventures here, but for now, memage, because it's easier, particularly on a back-to-work Monday. Plus, Ry asked me to do this one.

So, random memage from [livejournal.com profile] ryalin1.

10 Irrelevant Facts About Me
  1. I could swim before I could walk.
  2. I have sung in the tenor, alto, mezzo, and soprano sections of various choirs. One memorable semester, I went from being a second alto to a first soprano. (I don't have a particularly *good* voice, but I do have range.)
  3. I started writing down my own stories in grade school.
  4. I learned to crochet from my mom. I taught myself to knit from a book, with mentoring advice from a co-worker. I am currently knitting myself a Dalek.
  5. I am mildly-to-moderately acrophobic and moderately crowd-phobic (small spaces don't bother me much, but crowded-with-people spaces do).
  6. I recently purchased two bras from Pvt. Vasquez (yes, she of Aliens fame) - one of them the same make and model she herself was wearing. Yes, she flashed me her bra.
  7. The end-joints on my right ring-finger and corresponding toe are partially fused.
  8. During high school, I underwent treatment for a crooked spine, crooked teeth, and suboptimal vision. Yep, that means glasses AND braces.
  9. I don't find most 'sit-coms' funny. Not even remotely. I don't find embarrassment or humiliation amusing, even for fictional characters. (I do have a sense of humor, but it is rather odd.)
  10. I've been active on the Internet since before the World Wide Web.
jaunthie: (seattle snowman)
Up until this week, it had been an unusually mild winter in my part of the world.

Apparently the weather gods woke up and realized that it was actually supposed to be winter, and oh boy did they decide to make up for lost time. This has had some interesting consequences in my neck of the woods.

You see, I live on a hill. It's certainly not the steepest hill in the city; in fact the part I live on, right near the top, isn't even the steepest part of it.  However...there's a frost giant hibernating under the hill. Or maybe an ice dragon's lair, or a weird conflux of ley lines, or perhaps the ground just really holds the memory of the last ice age very, very dear (yes, this hill was carved by glaciers, like practically every other hill around here). Or if you want to be practical about it, maybe it's the fact that thanks to a cedar and a holly, there's a portion of the street that sees relatively little daylight compared to some others. 

Whatever the cause, the fact is that the hill right beside my house is the FIRST place to freeze up, and the last to melt. And most of the locals know this. My hill is one of the more popular sledding hills in the neighborhood. The vast majority of drivers know to avoid this street if there's even the slightest bit of white on the ground, and instead use the next street over - which is plowed, salted, and gritted at the first sign of white stuff - or make sure that they have AWD, skill, and a backup plan.

Most, but not all. Within 24 hours, I had literally lost track of how many cars - almost all driven by men - had tried to "macho" their way up the hill, and failed. To a man, they spun their wheels, raised huge clouds of exhaust, and all for naught. Every single one of them wound up having to back down the hill and take the nice, flat road out to the plowed road one block over, which is what the benighted idiots should have done in the first place.

Listen. I'm hugely appreciative of people who actually do know how to drive in snow and ice - including knowing what routes to take, and what routes to avoid. The street that I live on is one of those routes to avoid. Even if you think that you're all that on snow and ice, physics wins, there are better roads available LITERALLY a block away in any direction you choose - and for the love of all the gods, why would you choose to try and power your way up (or down) a hill that clearly has a lot of KIDS playing on it, sliding around on the ice?

Look. I know I'm lucky. When the weather turns inclement, I have the option of working from home. I appreciate that, and I appreciate every single person who chooses to exercise that option. I applaud those who choose to walk/bus/stay at home or otherwise keep their cars off of the road, because they're not certain of their skills, or they recognize (rightly) that even though they have a properly cared-for good-handling vehicle and the skills with which to drive it, the other person on the road driving next to/right behind/directly in front of them might not. I also applaud those who find ways to make it physically to work, because they don't have the option of working from home. I am very grateful to the people who made it to their shift at the local grocery, so that I had someone to buy groceries from. The same goes for the local coffee place, the mail delivery people (who delivered every day during the recent storm, without fail), the emergency workers and lines workers (both of which I saw going down the road), and everyone else who put on their weather-appropriate clothes, got out there, and made it to work because people depended on them to do exactly that. And I cannot say enough nice things about the bus drivers, the snow-plow operators, and other folks who kept the city running and gave folks a better chance of getting safely to where they needed to go.

To sum up my long-winded post: getting around safely when the weather turns treacherous is a cooperative activity that works best when everyone makes sensible choices. It isn't a matter of snow-wimps versus overconfident-idiots (although there are certainly both to be found). It's a matter of appreciating those who have the option to stay off the roads and therefore do, leaving them emptier and safer for those who do drive. It's appreciating those who choose to walk/bus/commute as safely as they can, so that they can do their jobs. It's lauding those who get out there with their snow-shovels and clear the sidewalks, even though the snow is still falling and you know it'll just get covered over again, because the traction might be a bit better for those who walk there. It's everyone taking a deep breath, looking at their options, and making the best decisions possible for themselves and for others, whether that's choosing to drive because they have a good all-wheel-drive vehicle and the skills to drive it, or stay home because they don't *have* to be on the road, or whatever that choice is. And respecting those choices, rather than putting others down for choosing differently than you did.

It's even applauding airlines and the airport for cancelling flights for safety reasons, even though one of the flights cancelled was mine, and I've subsequently lost two days of a much-anticipated and desperately-needed vacation.

It's exercising and cheering common sense, damnit. Not getting on a high-horse about "how people from Boston/New York/Chicago/Pluto know how to drive in the snow, and you ignoramuses don't" or "yeah, you're just being lazy" or "you're being an idiot for going out there." It's not about finger-pointing; it's about cooperation, patience, and using the brains EVERYONE has.

End of rant.

Oh, and the other side effect of a milder-than-normal winter until now? I still had a few basil plants halfway-alive, up until the snow and freeze, right by my driveway. And when I shovelled the snow off the driveway today, the snow all around that part of the drive smelled deliciously of summer.
jaunthie: (Sick And Wrong)
...but I'm just getting over the evil cold, and this made me laugh too hard to think:



Ah, the days of yore. ;-)
jaunthie: (zonked)
Yet another evil bug is making the rounds of work, family, and friends. I'm mostly on vacation this week; Monday was a work holiday, and starting Wednesday, I'm on mandatory use-it-or-lose-it vacation time. So I got up Tuesday morning, intending to work from home for that one day...and my work computer wouldn't respond. So I got my things together and drove in to work (in almost zero traffic, a nice change).

And as I worked that day, my sinuses got more and more stuffed up.

And I started to cough a bit.

And I really started to feel rotten.

Yup. Just in time for my vacation...I came down with the office cold.

BAH!!!

I have to say, the timing on this sucks rocks. Then again, it's *never* a good time to be sick in my universe, so I guess I just need to shut up, drink lots of fluids, and deal.

Still, BAH.
jaunthie: (Vampire Slug)
Yet another December, yet another major work deadline. I cannot remember the last time I didn't have a major deadline in December. It's been at least ten years, probably longer. Oh well. So that's all very much as usual.

What isn't usual is the utter craziness that is my schedule when combined with [livejournal.com profile] monkeybard's schedule. Usually we can manage to make things work out and find a mutually agreeable date, but this year?  It's just not happening.

So neither is Rankin-Bass Gingerbread. The annual party is going to have to go on hiatus for a year.

This makes me sad, but honestly? I'm just not up for it this month, much less trying to host that party on my own.

Oy.

Next year, gingerbread. Next year.
jaunthie: (paddington)
With a few exceptions, it's been unusually mild. Case in point: many of the trees still have leaves on them. This morning, however, I saw the first real frost on the ground when I got off the bus at work. It wasn't frosty where I live, but where I work, there was a good sheen of frost crystals and ice on the ground. So much so, in fact, that a bicyclist came to grief coming around the corner. Her tires skidded right out from under her in the turn. I helped her up, and fortunately she wasn't hurt, but she looked very surprised, and I can't blame her. It just hasn't been that cold up until now.

As seems to be usual, I am up against a bunch of deadlines at work in December, which have kept me hopping and then some. On top of that, there's holiday prep, plus shows and parties and other fun activities. I haven't yet gotten out any of our house decorations; there just hasn't been time. But I'm hoping to get the decorating done this coming weekend.

One thing I *did* manage to do this weekend was make Grandma H's recipe for eggnog. Her *deservedly notorious* recipe, I might add. If you've never made eggnog from scratch, let me tell you this: it's not much like that stuff they sell at the grocery stores. No, this eggnog is extremely tasty and very highly alcoholic, and unrepentantly full of things that are frowned upon, like raw egg yolks and full-fat JERSEY milk. Yes, not just whole milk, but the extra-rich whole milk that comes from Jersey cows. One of the reasons our family hasn't made this recipe in a while is that eventually the neighbors that Grandma got the Jersey milk from stopped keeping cows, and she insisted that it just wasn't the same with non-Jersey milk. However, one of the local stores has recently started carrying milk from a small local dairy that proudly advertises on their bottles: "100% JERSEY milk." And you certainly can see the cream clinging to the sides and top of the glass bottles.

So since I've found a source for the milk, it seemed appropriate to make the family eggnog. I broached the idea to the rest of the family over Thanksgiving, and everyone seemed very enthusiastic. You have to make it ahead of time; it needs to sit and blend for a week or more (Grandma usually made hers right after Thanksgiving). Another way you know times have changed from the days when Grandma made this recipe is that while the brandy-maker she names in the recipe is still in business, they no longer sell bottles in the appropriate size for the recipe. The biggest bottle I could find from this maker is still less than half the fluid ounces (or mL) required for the full recipe. Granted, I only made HALF a recipe, because dear gods and little green turtles, the full recipe makes enough eggnog to intoxicate the entire population of a small town, but still. Oy.

But the recipe itself is simple enough to make, and now I've got three-and-a-half bottles of seriously high-test eggnog aging in my refrigerator. I tasted a little of the batch, and even young, it is really delicious. And very strong. And the only eggnog I've ever liked. Hopefully the family will find it acceptable, too.

Another thing I managed to do this weekend (aside from work) was go to see a production of Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella, in company with the lovely humilitas. It was a fun show, although the singing style of the actress portraying Cinderella made me grit my teeth and drove humilitas up the wall. The stepsisters and Lionel rather stole the show, but hey, that was fine. Afterwards, we walked over to the Four Seasons for a cup of tea. The Garden Room was closed, but the Georgian Terrace was not only open, but actively advertizing its happy hour. We sat down at a table...

...and were resolutely and entirely ignored by the entire wait staff for over fifteen minutes. It got to the point where I went into the bar just to ask if we needed to order there, and was rather brusquely told (after five minutes of being ignored by four different people) that no, there were service people specifically working the floor, and someone would be by to take our order. Which never happened. It was moderately busy, yes, but when every single worker actively avoids your eyes or even looking in your direction, or does their best to ignore your attempts to get your attention? That goes beyond bad service and actively into we really don't want your business. This was very saddening, as both humilitas and I have fond memories of exquisite service there in years past, where the staff actively went out of their way to make you feel welcome and a special guest. Instead, we were made to feel extremely unwelcome, to the point where we gave up and walked out. We went instead to the local Starbucks, where we were cheerfully greeted by the undoubtedly lower-paid staff, asked about whether we had just been to a show (we were dressed up in our theater clothes) and what did we think of the production, and generally treated a THOUSAND times better than we had been. Plus our bill (such as it was) was much lower than it probably would have been at the Terrace.

Sad times indeed, when a "high class" establishment whose reputation was founded on superior service is beaten out THOROUGHLY by the local Starbucks store, but there it is. Times change, and while I have supported the Four Seasons in the past as a local institution, I won't anymore, and if you live in my part of the world, I'll actively recommend NOT going there.

I will, however, continue to support my local independent coffee house - and even the local Starbucks, when it's the closest beverage place to hand.

jaunthie: (NaNo Insert Plot Here)


Yup. Once again, I managed to write over 50,000 words in the month of November. And dear sweet gods, this year was a SLOG. Too many competing things going on, and don't even ask me about the quality of what I wrote.

But I wrote every single day of November, and I wrote over 50,000 words of fiction (in addition to the day job, etc), and I survived with my sanity no more damaged than it was to start. Mostly.

With any luck, I'll even finish the current story before the end of the month...but I'm not holding my breath on that.  This one seems to want to go on for a while.
jaunthie: (NaNo Calvin and Hobbes)
It's more than halfway through the month. I'm more than halfway into a series of deliverables on deadlines, in a crazy-busy packed schedule. I'm mostly staying afloat on those.

It's also just past halfway in NaNoWriMo. And I have somehow managed to keep just ahead of where I'm supposed to be, word-count wise. Of course, I have a friend who has already crossed 50k, and others who are well over 30k. I'm probably in the low end of the word count pool in my writing group.

But I haven't fallen officially behind. And given the month I'm having, I really do think that's saying something.

But we won't talk about the *quality* of what I'm writing. Oh no. Best not.
jaunthie: (tardis)
OMG. I adore the Register, but they've outdone themselves this time.

Early World-Dominiating Computers of Doctor Who


This has been your Tuesday giggle break for the day.

</globaldomination>
jaunthie: (robin daffy)
Okay, okay, [livejournal.com profile] ryalin1, I'll play. Within limits. ;-)

SIX NAMES YOU GO BY
I collect aliases like some people collect hats or shoes. However, I also tend to keep them separate and private, so:
1. My given name
2. My camp counselor name (yes, really; there are still a few who know me by that alias and use it)
3. Jaunthie
4. My dance name
5. Another writing alias, withheld for my own protection (and because I want to)
6. My photography name

THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:
1. rings
2. Converse All-Star high-tops
3. watch

THREE THINGS YOU WANT VERY BADLY AT THE MOMENT
1. More sleep
2. More time to do all the things I want/need to do
3. ...basically, to be independently wealthy

THREE PEOPLE WHOM YOU HOPE WILL DO THE MEME
1. anyone who wants to (I don't name names)
2. see above
3. see above

THREE THINGS YOU DID LAST NIGHT
1. Wrote
2. Folded much laundry
3. Cleaned

THREE PEOPLE YOU LAST TALKED TO ON THE PHONE:
1. My husband
2. My parents
3. Various co-workers

THREE THINGS YOU ARE GOING TO DO TOMORROW:
1. Write
2. Work
3. sleep (yes, sleep)

FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE DRINKS:
1. water
2. coffee
3. scotch
4. fresh-squeezed orange juice from the tree at the condo

THREE THINGS THAT MADE YOU SMILE TODAY:
I tend to smile a lot, so it's difficult for me to remember specific instances, but here are three I am sure of.
1.  My husband
2. The cats
3. A brisk blackberry-scented breeze that scattered colored leaves across my path
jaunthie: (pinned)
M-cat came back from the vet on Monday.

Ironically, he came home from the vet with a kitty cold, which he has since passed on to L-cat. B-cat has so far withstood the bug, but the other two kitties are sneezing on a fairly regular basis.

And if there's anything that is more simultaneously pathetic and laughably, gigglesomely cute than a cat sneezing and then rubbing its paws all over its itty-bitty face, I don't know what it is.

Poor kitties.

*snerk*
jaunthie: (NaNo Insert Plot Here)
It's only day 3 of NaNo, and it already feels like a slog. Usually I'm all fired up at this point, but work and life are so crazy right now, I just don't have that "ooomph." I've stayed ahead of the game the first two days, but I'm going to need a good session tonight to stay ahead today.

I know I love doing this, but right now, I ain't feeling it. Gah.

On the plus side, the weekend approacheth...
jaunthie: (beeker - febnano)
Oy. Kitty still sick. House is an epic mess. Work just keeps piling up. And NaNo is right around the corner, and I still don't have real plans on what to do for it. Right now, I don't feel like I have the energy for it, or the will.

GAH. I know things could be worse, but I'm feeling pretty worn down.

Time for some Muppets, y'all.















That's better.
jaunthie: (Toy or Cthulhu?)
The leaves are changing, the light is changing, the season is changing. Coming across the lake to work this morning, the light (pre-dawn) and cloud conditions (overcast, but clear to the east) were *just* right to engender one of my favorite effects: the lake was a stunning combination of dark gun-metal grey and molten orange, all muddled together in the peaks and troughs of the ripples. Just gorgeous, and utterly unreal-looking, even though I've seen it several times before. It resembles lava in a way; the bright pops of glowing orange inbetween all the dark grey heaving masses.

That, and the eye-popping colors of the autumn leaves on the walk from the bus stop to my building, were welcome bits of cheer in what has already been a long, tough week. The M-cat is ill. We don't know with what. He was off late last week, got really sick Sunday night, and basically doesn't want to eat or drink anything. He's been to the vet three times in 48 hours, and will probably be making another return trip today, if only for more fluids. His liver levels are elevated, but there's nothing else notable. He's been running a temperature, and is on antibiotics, but it doesn't seem to be helping nearly as much as we'd like it to be. It's very difficult when you don't know what's wrong, the vets don't know what's wrong, and of course the kitty can't tell you, other than to act miserable and exhausted. Gah.

On top of that, [livejournal.com profile] fisherbear's work continues to be insane, and my work is ramping up to insanity, and NaNo starts in less than a week.

Gah. I'm going to need all the autumn pretty I can get, if I'm to survive this week, much less the upcoming month.




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