Ice is your friend

[rolanni]

Spent the day updating webpages, paying bills, and writing, in which endeavors Mozart fully partook, lying on my lap for much of the web-building and writing bits, sporadically contesting ownership of the mouse and the enter key. This week's exciting chapter of Saltation was mine to write, as Steve takes his turn with the Duainfey CEM. Talk about creative whiplash...

I should, mind you, have done today what I did yesterday -- i.e. goofed off and iced my knee. Doubtless, I will pay for uncharacteristic burst of industry later. Hey, at least I didn't run a marathon.

It snowed today, though as a winter storm it was pretty much of a fizzle. I am Officially Tired of Snow, now. Take it away, take it away! I want daffodils, and I want them now!

Also, I now have "The Bells of St. Clemens" stuck in my head, a poem I haven't thought about, literally, in years. I place the blame for this directly upon papersky's zorinth, and I will not soon forget it. I fear.

*Goes off to find a Waybacks CD to wash her brain with*