Random Notes In Between Filing
Saturday, August 14th, 2004 12:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniIn so-called Real Life...
I have a letter from Congresscritter Tom Allen, telling me how to go about getting a permit to take pictures in Boston South Station. This permit is free of charge. Mr. Allen apologizes for the long delay in responding to my concern, provides telephone numbers for Responsible Individuals at BSS, dances neatly around the whole "illegal" issue, and asks my understanding for Security Staff under stress due to high terror alerts. A class act, in many ways. Note to Self: Vote for Tom, should he be idiot enough to run again.
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On the Getting Healthy Front, a pound mooched off while I wasn't paying attention, which puts me at 154. It'd be nice to ease all the way back to 150, but I can live with the current number. Unfortunately, this does mean that most of my clothes are 'way too big, including all my "good" denim shirts. I took care of the jeans problem before Trinoc*CoN, and bought a couple of shirts that fit to eke me through WorldCon. Otherwise, I'm thinking that the Little Orphan Annie look is good to go.
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Mozart continues to object to brushing. Since he's a Maine Coon, this objection cannot be allowed to weigh, of course, but he's such a sweet-natured cat in general that his cursing the brush and the hand that wields it is ...peculiarly upsetting.
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And -- it's past one o'clock. Since it's my turn to cook dinner, I guess I'd better get to it.
I have a letter from Congresscritter Tom Allen, telling me how to go about getting a permit to take pictures in Boston South Station. This permit is free of charge. Mr. Allen apologizes for the long delay in responding to my concern, provides telephone numbers for Responsible Individuals at BSS, dances neatly around the whole "illegal" issue, and asks my understanding for Security Staff under stress due to high terror alerts. A class act, in many ways. Note to Self: Vote for Tom, should he be idiot enough to run again.
***
On the Getting Healthy Front, a pound mooched off while I wasn't paying attention, which puts me at 154. It'd be nice to ease all the way back to 150, but I can live with the current number. Unfortunately, this does mean that most of my clothes are 'way too big, including all my "good" denim shirts. I took care of the jeans problem before Trinoc*CoN, and bought a couple of shirts that fit to eke me through WorldCon. Otherwise, I'm thinking that the Little Orphan Annie look is good to go.
***
Mozart continues to object to brushing. Since he's a Maine Coon, this objection cannot be allowed to weigh, of course, but he's such a sweet-natured cat in general that his cursing the brush and the hand that wields it is ...peculiarly upsetting.
***
And -- it's past one o'clock. Since it's my turn to cook dinner, I guess I'd better get to it.
