I wonder if I should make "make a post" one of those "every couple of days" tasks on Todoist (which, it turns out, works for me nicely with the app installed, there's a little thing that says '3' on my menu bar at the moment and I go 'what's the 3' and open it up every so often; also my plants actually get watered sometimes now).
I will get my second shot on Wednesday. I need to figure out if I have a bunny for a thing with a deadline of 15 May before then because I have no earthly idea if I will be fit to write afterwards so I need a solid beginning. I am beginning to suspect not.
(Of course as soon as I said that I got half an idea so hmmmm.)
Our senior minister is retiring and I am overwhelmingly sad about it. I wrote an email to him about it, though, thanking him and expressing my appreciation. He said he got rid of a thousand books recently and kept mine. (I gave him a copy of The Traveller's Guide to the Duat because humor about religion is 100% in his wheelhouse, and he has The Death of All Things and is about to order Recognize Fascism.) So, you know. Full of emotions of various sorts. He's not planning on leaving the area, at least, so we have the possibility of future interactions.
The latest "augh we have a house project" project has progressed to the point that I think future work will not involve any active hammering on my bedroom wall while I'm trying to sleep.
The actual light fixtures for my bedroom/office arrived and got installed! Did I mention that? I believe I mentioned ordering them, like, a year ago, when I did the giant post of the epic office/bedroom revamp project and then they didn't show up and didn't show up and didn't show up and then they did show up rather unexpectedly and then the electrician didn't show up.
AR is strumming her guitar and singing at the top of her lungs and I cannot brain any more but I don't think I had anything substantial to say anyway so I shan't.
I will get my second shot on Wednesday. I need to figure out if I have a bunny for a thing with a deadline of 15 May before then because I have no earthly idea if I will be fit to write afterwards so I need a solid beginning. I am beginning to suspect not.
(Of course as soon as I said that I got half an idea so hmmmm.)
Our senior minister is retiring and I am overwhelmingly sad about it. I wrote an email to him about it, though, thanking him and expressing my appreciation. He said he got rid of a thousand books recently and kept mine. (I gave him a copy of The Traveller's Guide to the Duat because humor about religion is 100% in his wheelhouse, and he has The Death of All Things and is about to order Recognize Fascism.) So, you know. Full of emotions of various sorts. He's not planning on leaving the area, at least, so we have the possibility of future interactions.
The latest "augh we have a house project" project has progressed to the point that I think future work will not involve any active hammering on my bedroom wall while I'm trying to sleep.
The actual light fixtures for my bedroom/office arrived and got installed! Did I mention that? I believe I mentioned ordering them, like, a year ago, when I did the giant post of the epic office/bedroom revamp project and then they didn't show up and didn't show up and didn't show up and then they did show up rather unexpectedly and then the electrician didn't show up.
AR is strumming her guitar and singing at the top of her lungs and I cannot brain any more but I don't think I had anything substantial to say anyway so I shan't.
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I did that (for weekly), which is why I've managed to actually post kinda-weekly-ish for a while. :)
I will get my second shot on Wednesday. I need to figure out if I have a bunny for a thing with a deadline of 15 May
A.... bunny? :quizzical:
(My only referent is "...and then the bunny ate the puppy", which doesn't seem to fit here.)
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And me being me, and you being you, I read that as "and my pants actually get watered sometimes now" -- wait, why are they watering their pants? Oh, of course, DAMN THE PANTS. ...oh, it says plants. Well that makes more sense and is infinitely less