Well, I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer

[rolanni]

I'm feeling significantly better this morning, which is typically the moment when I screw it up.  (Oh, are we done now?  Excellent!  I have so much stuff to catch -- faceplant.)

So, in the spirit of getting some stuff done, but avoiding the faceplant, I have caught up the tax paperwork, insofar as it can be caught up (still waiting for a couple 1099s and 1099-INTs so I can finish properly and get the file off my desk and onto the desk of Deb the Accountant, and ain't she gonna have fun?), and I am now sensibly retiring to the sofa to read for a bit before dinner.

See me be sensible. Yeah, take a picture; you won't see it again soon.

Hopefully, I will be able to get some Actual Work done this evening (by which I mean Writing, because in a writer's life, All Work that Is Not Writing is Not Really Work). We shall see; it's amazing how tiring simply sitting behind a desk and wriggling your fingers can be.

In other, completely unrelated, news, except that it happens to address a topic of interest to me, somebody posted a link to this article somewhere (Kathi Kimbriel?  Twitter?), and I commend it highly.  It's about laying the ghosts of the 2011 Japanese tsunami -- here's the link.

What're y'all doing that's fun and interesting?

Comments

Beer as German Penicillin

[aska-kettlingur.livejournal.com]

My doctor informs me that drinking alcohol while taking antibiotics will decrease the value of the antibiotics. That's OK. I'll skip the antibiotics and spend the co-pay at the state store/package store/party store/liquor store (pick your local term). Just kidding, but it sounded good for a minute.

Does it reveal something that I know the local name for places to buy liquor in many different parts of the country?

[thewol.livejournal.com]

I am enjoying being able to sleep all night after a month of having torn up my shoulder and having been able to get nothing stronger than Tylenol for the pain. Finally convinced the stupid VA that (a) yes, my shoulder was indeed torn up, (b) yes, it really did hurt dreadfully and (c) yes, I needed pain medication and an MRI. Still waiting on the MRI. I've got some nerve impingement so I get to have electric shocks going all down my arm at unpredictable intervals and circumstances. Thank goodness I can read without having to move my arm. That has saved my sanity.