Hell’s Belles: 373
exercise: day off

Holy crap! I caught the tail end of “Lonely School” (obscure Tommy Shaw solo video) on TV this morning!

I didn’t want to get up this morning. Ugh. Not sure why. Just wanted to burrow deeper under the covers and sleep the day away. It was physical, not emotional, though.

It’s a blustery day. Shamu is doing laps in the pool. At 2:17, the sun has just broken through the haze, which is nice, because I really have to finish up the weeding.

More pictures from Korea and Japan, from Ken, up at http://homepage.mac.com/dayleandken/Menu5.html

I got through almost all of my e-mail today. Sheez. And basically cleaned my desk: picked up something, dealt with it, moved on to the next thing. I’m not sure how things got so messy in just a couple of days. I have to stop writing new notes to myself on different pieces of paper, because suddenly I get a flurry of them.

Part of the problem is that Charlie insists on either climbing the back of my chair (and it’s a high-backed chair) and sitting along the top, or curling up in my lap. The first scenario means I have to move the chair very slowly, and can’t slide across the room to throw something in the recycle bin or pick printed matter out of The Behemoth. Instead, I have to roll the chair back very slowly, get up, and do what I need to do, then sit down and roll forward very slowly. The second scenario means I pretty much can’t move at all.

But then I look down, and she’s gazing up at me adoringly and purring, and my desk stays messy…

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There. Baronial Council meeting minutes are done. Maybe I’ll actually get the GP done early this month.

Nobody at the meeting noticed my hair. Osanna got her hair cut short so she stole all my thunder. [pout]

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I didn’t get the gardening done. Whoops. Oh well, there’s always tomorrah.

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Recent words from my Forgotten English calendar:

scaramouch: important for all Queen fans! “A braggart and fool, very valiant in words, but a poltroon.”

elucubrate: “To produce a literary work by expendature of ‘midnight oil.’ Formed of _elucubrare_, to compose by lamplight.” That one’s now taped to the monitor. :-)

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Not as much writing as I’d like today, but the story edged forward, and it continues to be silly, which is my goal.