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Double-Thud
January 14, 2007 Progress Notes:
The Patron Saint of Nothing
Words today: 750.
Words total: 23,000 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Quota, and I wanted to finish "A Thousand" tonight.
"A Thousand"
Words today: 1400 last night when it was only technically Sunday, 750 just now.
Words total: 3850 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: I think something went off the rails in terms of motivations, and I can't quite pin it down. Need to think.
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Not yet.
Exercise: Half-hour walking.
Mail: Nomail.
Darling du Jour: Paper rustles in his messenger bag as it bounces against his hip: ocean, house, stars, the world jumbled together and turned upside-down. He walks softer, as to not disturb it.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A
Mean Things: Lyss: Fell asleep sitting down and now she has a backache. Had to be the Bearer of Bad News to a nine-year-old kid.
Research Roundup: Nothing today, actually.
Books in progress: Katherine Mansfield, Selected Stories; Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers; Textbooks.
The glamour: I have the mozzarella! And officially now possess enough food to survive at least three weeks in case of polar bear and wendigo invasion, perishable elements of which I will hopefully get cooked and frozen so they don't go bad while I'm out of town.
Also, in the continuing saga of the water, I shut off my hot water tap in the shower this morning and it never stopped turning. Now I cannot turn the hot water on. Sigh.
Day Nine:
So yesterday afternoon when I was getting ready to go out to the market, I joked that I was going in order to lay in some mooseflesh in the face of the impending winter*.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
matociquala asked if this started tomorrow, and I said yes. Or possibly at five in the evening.
(She then told me to be careful of wendigoes, but that's peripheral to this anecdote. *g*)
So when I woke up this morning and the ground was covered liberally in nice, white, real stick-around snow, our communal psychic powers gave me a shiver of fear. :p
*Up to yesterday afternoon, we have not had but one two-hour flurry here all winter. Yesterday was sunny and more like March weather.
The Patron Saint of Nothing
Words today: 750.
Words total: 23,000 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: Quota, and I wanted to finish "A Thousand" tonight.
"A Thousand"
Words today: 1400 last night when it was only technically Sunday, 750 just now.
Words total: 3850 MS Word.
Reason for stopping: I think something went off the rails in terms of motivations, and I can't quite pin it down. Need to think.
Liquid Refreshment: Water.
Munchies: Not yet.
Exercise: Half-hour walking.
Mail: Nomail.
Darling du Jour: Paper rustles in his messenger bag as it bounces against his hip: ocean, house, stars, the world jumbled together and turned upside-down. He walks softer, as to not disturb it.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A
Mean Things: Lyss: Fell asleep sitting down and now she has a backache. Had to be the Bearer of Bad News to a nine-year-old kid.
Research Roundup: Nothing today, actually.
Books in progress: Katherine Mansfield, Selected Stories; Catherynne M. Valente, The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden; Jay Lake, Trial of Flowers; Textbooks.
The glamour: I have the mozzarella! And officially now possess enough food to survive at least three weeks in case of polar bear and wendigo invasion, perishable elements of which I will hopefully get cooked and frozen so they don't go bad while I'm out of town.
Also, in the continuing saga of the water, I shut off my hot water tap in the shower this morning and it never stopped turning. Now I cannot turn the hot water on. Sigh.
Day Nine:
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7,400 / 67,500 (11.0%) |
So yesterday afternoon when I was getting ready to go out to the market, I joked that I was going in order to lay in some mooseflesh in the face of the impending winter*.
matociquala asked if this started tomorrow, and I said yes. Or possibly at five in the evening. (She then told me to be careful of wendigoes, but that's peripheral to this anecdote. *g*)
So when I woke up this morning and the ground was covered liberally in nice, white, real stick-around snow, our communal psychic powers gave me a shiver of fear. :p
*Up to yesterday afternoon, we have not had but one two-hour flurry here all winter. Yesterday was sunny and more like March weather.