It's cold. It's a cold place.

(If I don't note that the title of this entry is a quote, would anyone notice?)

It snowed here, briefly. (It went away again.) This caused all sorts of entertainment, as dot_cattiness, staralshain, and teinedreugan all noted. It has passed, but it has left behind it tremendously cold feet.

I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow. This is a bit of a shocker. I called them yesterday because they open up new appointment blocks on Mondays and a package delivery had me awake at an hour moderately reasonable for that sort of thing; after being on hold for an hour in effectively the middle of my night I said, "Fuckit" and went back to sleep. So I called them again today in the full expectation that they wouldn't have any appointments available.

I need my yearly physical and gynecological prodding; I need to do some tests for the specialist I occasionally complain about over my kidneys; most importantly, I need a prescription renewal. I called them. The person I regularly see is booked through the 20th, which doesn't bode well for getting my prescription handled before we go south for the winter [uh, holidays]. I said, plaintively, "Could I get a prescription renewal at least?" and got bumped to a nurse. Who told me that the person I've been seeing is going away so I need to find someone new anyway, and while I was trying to figure out how to make contact with the online prescription pharmacy thingy (we hates them, we does, almost as much as we hates the washing machine, precious) she said, "Hey! There's an appointment tomorrow at 3pm, why don't you come in and get it all settled then?" I said "Prescription appointment?" And she said, "No, a physical slot."

Well, okay. Sure. That works.

Didn't accomplish anything meaningful today. Well, I cleaned the catbox. Wound up discussing Jedi politics and dualism with iced_spice with a link to that light/dark post I made to rasseff ages ago that marykaykare gave me a rasseff award for, though.

Have idea for a statue for Nefertem, Who I'll have to make it for at some point. I'm not entirely sure how much of it was inspired by Ferdinand, though. Will declare music for this entry what's playing now, because it's just appropriate.

Yesterday I wrote 1114 words, which was section 69.
Today I wrote 341, which was section 70.

Addendum: Er, and 82 on 71.

Marching music

Turn off the light
Let night embrace and take you in
Sleep within its wisdom
And . . .

*chord*
Dreams are not lost.
They merely fall
Beneath the ashes
Of what is left
To the soul
From where it starts
To where it catches.

And this is our time -- until it passes.

-- "Matter", Josh Joplin Group

A while back, while commenting on the WNIP, brooksmoses told me that one of the characters walks like I do, with a great deal of deliberate purpose, focus, or something.

I was listening to that song part of the way to the doctor and all the way back. It only enhances the effect; it's got a tremendous, pervasive walking rhythm to it. I can't do it justice.

It must have been a bit of a sight, me with my black boots laced, hooked, and buckled up, the black jeans, the Dark Side of the Moon t-shirt hidden under a flannel shirt which was invisible under the black leather jacket, all shrouded in my dark grey cloak which is lined in purple. And with a headscarf.

I wonder if the effect would have changed had the casial observer known that I am wearing one orange-red sock and one peach one.

But it worked; I was warm. Until I got to the doctor's waiting room which is apparently being kept at 85. Never has stripping naked and wearing paper towels been more appealing.

Only one person saw fit to comment upon my appearance; if I heard it correctly it said "Hey! Hey you! You're a disgrace to our race." I suspect that was the headscarf; it's brightly coloured (and thus cheerfully incongruous in all the shadow) and geometric-patterned, which probably parses as 'tribal' to the morons among us.

And this is our time until it passes.

I need WD-40 or something blown into my hip joints. Ow.