Slept well last night, and awoke headache-free. Let’s hope this trend continues!

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Random Burning Questions:

Anybody out there know a good source for white tea, especially rose flavoured?

Anybody know where I put the white tack _this_ time?

Why is The Thompson Twins’ “Lay Your Hands” suddenly going through my head?

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Tonight I sat chatting contentedly with Cat, VH-1 Classics on mute. I looked up and saw, you guessed it, The Thompson Twins, and as Ken wasn’t home, I unmuted. And it was, in fact, “Lay Your Hands”.

Now VH-1 Classics repeats its program twice each day. But I would swear that I did not see this video this morning. I certainly didn’t recognise it from earlier today nor from any time in the past.

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I know I’ve said that journals aren’t for personal communication, but I’m going to break my rule just this once.

CAT, GO TO BED! TURN OFF THE COMPUTER AND GO TO BED!

WEIRDO!

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In other confusion, I don’t remember the man-eating vagina in Neil Gaiman’s _American Gods_. It’s the sort of thing you’d think I’d remember. Obviously I have to read that again.

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Ceridwen came over and gave me a massage today, and in the process she asked whether I could find some info for her online…an hour later, she had a veritable book. [buffs nails on shirt]

Other than that, it was a quiet, slow day. It’s gotten hot, and I just have little enthusiasm to do anything when it’s hot.

I did go out to the lanai room/history book room and go through stuff to make a big pile of books about Wales/UK to haul inside. I also found the guidebook to Anglesey for Donna (who’s been asked, with a coauthor, to write a novel about Boudicca’s daughters—I froth at the mouth with envy). Found all sorts of interesting other things in the process, but wisely set them aside for future perusal.

I then trotted over to the sewing studio and looked for some wooden needle cases I thought I had, but I apparently don’t. In the process, I decided that my embroidery floss needs organising, and I brought that project inside to do whilst watching TV (or, as it turned out tonight, chatting contentedly with Cat). Christine brought me a big box of floss a while back (thank you again!), but it remained in the box, and as I’d found a project I wanted to work on, I couldn’t tell if I had the right colours. Hence the organisation frenzy. I’m guessing I’ll have to buy the colours, which isn’t a real problem; I just have to add that in to the other errands I need to run over the next few days.

So many projects, so little time. And no writing, at least not today. I remain ever hopeful, of course.