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There isn't any particular reason for me to be mopey and hitting the edges of depressive except, perhaps, the biological -- hormone cycle and system stress from the ludicrous amounts of pollen in the air. This does not appear to dissuade me from the mopage, however.
Some of the morning glory seeds I planted have sprouted and are spreading out dragonfly-winged leaves towards the sky. I haven't seen signs of any of the veggies so far, but those got planted later. Both grapevines are leafing out; the marigolds perked back up when I watered them; the phlox is blooming like gangbusters. I need to finish the plantings in the garden, which means I need to find my notes on what goes where, which have gone missing somewhere.
I catalogued about another two and a half boxes of books today, from the stacks of things that couldn't be scannered, and put reasonably large chunks of that away. The original plan had been to put the science books on one bookshelf and fill out the remainder of the space with history, but I keep finding much more science and much more history, so I fear the history will be displaced entirely by the time I'm done, and I have no idea where we'll wind up putting all of it. I've uncovered great mounds of gender studies books, many of which I have not read (like the ones![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
suzimoses gave me); that will have to be sorted out. I'm sort of impressed by how many I have, really.
I'm having another round of being torn between wanting to do more theological grinding work and being sick and tired of theology. Removing that from my set of immediate tasks was a good idea, to be sure, given how erratic and unsustainable the project seems to be in current state.
I have some nice bruises on my shoulder from the weekend. I have a mostly-scheduled dinner date withotter3. I have an unfortunately vomitous cat. I have washed the comforter in response to the unfortunately vomitous cat. I have no immediately critical emotional tangles. I have cramps. I have a book to review for RTV. I have to hope that this mood will pass in a few days.
Some of the morning glory seeds I planted have sprouted and are spreading out dragonfly-winged leaves towards the sky. I haven't seen signs of any of the veggies so far, but those got planted later. Both grapevines are leafing out; the marigolds perked back up when I watered them; the phlox is blooming like gangbusters. I need to finish the plantings in the garden, which means I need to find my notes on what goes where, which have gone missing somewhere.
I catalogued about another two and a half boxes of books today, from the stacks of things that couldn't be scannered, and put reasonably large chunks of that away. The original plan had been to put the science books on one bookshelf and fill out the remainder of the space with history, but I keep finding much more science and much more history, so I fear the history will be displaced entirely by the time I'm done, and I have no idea where we'll wind up putting all of it. I've uncovered great mounds of gender studies books, many of which I have not read (like the ones
suzimoses gave me); that will have to be sorted out. I'm sort of impressed by how many I have, really.I'm having another round of being torn between wanting to do more theological grinding work and being sick and tired of theology. Removing that from my set of immediate tasks was a good idea, to be sure, given how erratic and unsustainable the project seems to be in current state.
I have some nice bruises on my shoulder from the weekend. I have a mostly-scheduled dinner date with
otter3. I have an unfortunately vomitous cat. I have washed the comforter in response to the unfortunately vomitous cat. I have no immediately critical emotional tangles. I have cramps. I have a book to review for RTV. I have to hope that this mood will pass in a few days.
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