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Snow day, yay!
Monday, March 2nd, 2009 06:31 pmIt was snowing like a sonofagun when we got up at the regular going-to-work-on-Monday hour. Steve swept the deck while I made and packed my lunch. By the time I got out of the shower, the deck was covered as if it had never been swept. Still, I intended to go to work, because I'm sensing a certain irritation that I let Weather and the fact that I have a not-so-good-in-the-snow car to weigh more with me than the illusion that I am Indispensable Personnel. This is not to say that I don't have a work ethic, but that my price for risking my life is somewhat higher than the going rate for secretaries (even, or perhaps, especially, smartass secretaries) in Waterville, Maine.
Steve proposed to drive me to work in the Subaru, which I didn't like (if risking my life for a pittance-an-hour is a bad idea, how sensible is it to risk both of us?), but seemed like the Plan of the Hour, until I went outside and discovered that there was no sign that the town plow had been down our road since last Monday, and even the Subaru wasn't going anywhere soon.
I therefore notified All Appropriate Supervisors, had another cup of coffee and sat down with Chapter Eleven. Which may or not be done, but I'm tired, and hungry, and hey, I have to go to work tomorrow.
Writing was interrupted at one point, mid-morning, by a prolonged clatter and clang from the living room. It turns out that Hexapuma ascribes to a Code wherein the Yule Tree must not intrude upon Orthodox Lent, which, so I see from my calendar, begins today. That being the case, he helpfully took tree-undecorating into his own paws.
To his credit, the ceramic tree wasn't even chipped by its fall from the top of the Old Radio and subsequent roll across the floor, shedding little plastic light-points as it went. We even managed to find all the little plastic light-points, and now Yule is decently put away -- well before St. Patrick's Day, this year! -- until it's time for another Festival of Light.
Helpful creatures, cats.
Progress on Mouse and Dragon
"Your pardon," he said stiffly. "I fear I'm all at dozens and daggers." He slipped his hand away from hers and tucked it into his pocket.
Steve proposed to drive me to work in the Subaru, which I didn't like (if risking my life for a pittance-an-hour is a bad idea, how sensible is it to risk both of us?), but seemed like the Plan of the Hour, until I went outside and discovered that there was no sign that the town plow had been down our road since last Monday, and even the Subaru wasn't going anywhere soon.
I therefore notified All Appropriate Supervisors, had another cup of coffee and sat down with Chapter Eleven. Which may or not be done, but I'm tired, and hungry, and hey, I have to go to work tomorrow.
Writing was interrupted at one point, mid-morning, by a prolonged clatter and clang from the living room. It turns out that Hexapuma ascribes to a Code wherein the Yule Tree must not intrude upon Orthodox Lent, which, so I see from my calendar, begins today. That being the case, he helpfully took tree-undecorating into his own paws.
To his credit, the ceramic tree wasn't even chipped by its fall from the top of the Old Radio and subsequent roll across the floor, shedding little plastic light-points as it went. We even managed to find all the little plastic light-points, and now Yule is decently put away -- well before St. Patrick's Day, this year! -- until it's time for another Festival of Light.
Helpful creatures, cats.
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"Your pardon," he said stiffly. "I fear I'm all at dozens and daggers." He slipped his hand away from hers and tucked it into his pocket.
