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My head hurts. My head hurts fairly tremendously, but I'm ignoring it for the purpose of not being in pain.
That was a nice play. (I am, as per what might be predictable, watching the Sox and Toronto playing. Further baseball as events warrant. As of this writing this game is 0-3 in favor of the Sox; Cleveland's up over the Yankees 3-0. So goes the duel for first.)
Kevin seems to be talking to his parents. He's discussed my domestic habits at length (my fruits are doing well, my veggies not so much so, maybe I shouldn't keep trying with vegetables), also the production of alcoholic stuffie in the kitchen. Now he's talking about the car tuneup; earlier they were discussing the fellowship he's hoping to get for purpose of pursuing a master's degree. At the very least he's hoping to get organized on talking to MIT and various others about grad school programs. Here's hoping; if he gets the fellowship papers all in we'll know about that by the beginning of August or so.
I've been studying cat napping postures as they vary according to temperature. Specifically, I note that Lennon sleeping on the staircase actually curls up into a ball these days, whereas Arthur, prone to sleeping in the living room, sprawls out flat. Curvature of the cat as cheap thermometer. . . . I wish I could find photos of this, as opposed to the suggestion that one measure it.
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oneironaut has now witnessed the Artemis pimp-strut in that computer game. It's deeply, deeply wrong. (I'm often amused by the sorts of computer games Kevin finds to bring home.) I mean, the game plays merry havoc with the actual mythology, but the pimp-strut for Artemis is probably the worst of it.
I'm still not doing entirely well on the sanity front, but it's not getting worse; I've got all the weird stuff that floats around in my head doing its usual floating (maybe I'll get that thing written that's been percolating sometime soon; maybe not).
I've got a wet washcloth draped over the back of my neck. It seems to help the heat.
Maybe I'll get some painting done today, if my head doesn't fall off.
That was a nice play. (I am, as per what might be predictable, watching the Sox and Toronto playing. Further baseball as events warrant. As of this writing this game is 0-3 in favor of the Sox; Cleveland's up over the Yankees 3-0. So goes the duel for first.)
Kevin seems to be talking to his parents. He's discussed my domestic habits at length (my fruits are doing well, my veggies not so much so, maybe I shouldn't keep trying with vegetables), also the production of alcoholic stuffie in the kitchen. Now he's talking about the car tuneup; earlier they were discussing the fellowship he's hoping to get for purpose of pursuing a master's degree. At the very least he's hoping to get organized on talking to MIT and various others about grad school programs. Here's hoping; if he gets the fellowship papers all in we'll know about that by the beginning of August or so.
I've been studying cat napping postures as they vary according to temperature. Specifically, I note that Lennon sleeping on the staircase actually curls up into a ball these days, whereas Arthur, prone to sleeping in the living room, sprawls out flat. Curvature of the cat as cheap thermometer. . . . I wish I could find photos of this, as opposed to the suggestion that one measure it.
Ah. I see
oneironaut has now witnessed the Artemis pimp-strut in that computer game. It's deeply, deeply wrong. (I'm often amused by the sorts of computer games Kevin finds to bring home.) I mean, the game plays merry havoc with the actual mythology, but the pimp-strut for Artemis is probably the worst of it.I'm still not doing entirely well on the sanity front, but it's not getting worse; I've got all the weird stuff that floats around in my head doing its usual floating (maybe I'll get that thing written that's been percolating sometime soon; maybe not).
I've got a wet washcloth draped over the back of my neck. It seems to help the heat.
Maybe I'll get some painting done today, if my head doesn't fall off.
