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rolanniThose playing along at home will recall that I borked my knee last week and so won three days in the comfy chair, with intermittent ice and rotating coon cats. I got Not One Damned Thing Done, though I did rest the knee and -- as a special bonus -- the chewed up arm. Which felt better today, when I climbed the hill to the library. A lot better.
That was 100 applications-and-pieces-of-applications ago. My student worker was ace, filing like a mad filing thing, and getting stuff out of the bottom file drawer so I could put it into a more accessible-to-me file drawer, but, yanno? That's a lot of data entry. Started in at 8 a.m., my gimpy leg propped up on an empty paper case, stopped for 15 minutes to eat lunch, then went right back to it, finishing up at 4 p.m., an hour later than my usual quitting time.
But! All caught up, now, on the data entry, and tomorrow I can do what I had been expecting to do today -- two posters for (rapidly) upcoming talks.
After all that excitement, I took myself down to PT. Now, some here will remember the floater incident of this past summer. I still sometimes "see" what appear to be ants in my peripheral vision, so it was with annoyance, but no surprise, as I was waiting for the PT receptionist to finish up a phone call and open the window, that I "saw" an insect in peripheral vision -- just above my left eye, in fact. I tried to ignore it; it persisted. Finally, I took off my glasses -- to find a tiny brown spider perched on the rim.
Well, that was a relief.
I detached him, gently, by his silk, and reattached him to the counter, from which location he speedily disappeared. Go in peace, little spider. Do well.
Anthem Blue Cross and Blue Shield having increased the cost of its group plan to mine employer by more than 25%, Steve and I spent some time when I got home from PT choosing our new coverage from Cigna.
And so the day-job finally looses its hold, just in time for dinner.
I really need to start writing Ghost Ship, but I'm thinking that tonight is not the night.
Early to bed.
That's the ticket.
That was 100 applications-and-pieces-of-applications ago. My student worker was ace, filing like a mad filing thing, and getting stuff out of the bottom file drawer so I could put it into a more accessible-to-me file drawer, but, yanno? That's a lot of data entry. Started in at 8 a.m., my gimpy leg propped up on an empty paper case, stopped for 15 minutes to eat lunch, then went right back to it, finishing up at 4 p.m., an hour later than my usual quitting time.
But! All caught up, now, on the data entry, and tomorrow I can do what I had been expecting to do today -- two posters for (rapidly) upcoming talks.
After all that excitement, I took myself down to PT. Now, some here will remember the floater incident of this past summer. I still sometimes "see" what appear to be ants in my peripheral vision, so it was with annoyance, but no surprise, as I was waiting for the PT receptionist to finish up a phone call and open the window, that I "saw" an insect in peripheral vision -- just above my left eye, in fact. I tried to ignore it; it persisted. Finally, I took off my glasses -- to find a tiny brown spider perched on the rim.
Well, that was a relief.
I detached him, gently, by his silk, and reattached him to the counter, from which location he speedily disappeared. Go in peace, little spider. Do well.
Anthem Blue Cross and Blue Shield having increased the cost of its group plan to mine employer by more than 25%, Steve and I spent some time when I got home from PT choosing our new coverage from Cigna.
And so the day-job finally looses its hold, just in time for dinner.
I really need to start writing Ghost Ship, but I'm thinking that tonight is not the night.
Early to bed.
That's the ticket.
