I've slept too much to feel this bleary.

[kiya]

Trying to explain head voice and chest voice to eashack on rasfc of course got me off on a lengthy conversation about music with oneironaut and blacktarrant. Including, in my apparent successful explanation of how to find one's break point, oneironaut figuring out why a particular corner of gtst range doesn't work as well. I feel informative and stuff.

I also spent a lot of time singing, which I haven't done in far too long. It feels good, especially being back in the sort of resonance with Ht-Hrw that that brings out in me. It's been a very Ht-Hert day, actually, given that while teinedreugan and I were at dinner we got into a lengthy conversation about childrearing and extended community and such, which was going to turn into a journal entry except that I wound up taking a deminap with the cat tucked tidily under my chin instead. Antihistamines + digesting protein = sleepy birdie. Read a bit in a little random Egyptology thing (Eros on the Nile) that I picked up a while back, which satisfied oneironaut mightily by being translated from the Polish and thus being a tidy concatenation of a variety of my obsessions.

My basil wishes to rule the world, so I gave it a larger pot to dominate. It was terrifically rootbound. Growing-out-the-bottom-of-the-pot rootbound. The one houseplant I manage to have thrive, and it's an annual. Bah.

134 words. Not so hot.

Helping autumnesquirrel move tomorrow. Should ought sleep.