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( April 26, 2005 progress notes )
The more I think about that lyric, the more I think Bowie is very right.
Not a great few days. Holidays at my parents', which although pretty cordial this year, are always a bit trying: too many people in one room talking too loud brings out the super-introvert in me. People are still calling in sick (or not calling in and just not showing up) at the Mines, and it's someone's last day today, and we don't have a trainee ready to replace her, so work is going to be rough for the next few weeks. Also, we found out via e-mail about the memorial service for a guy we knew through some conrunning stuff. I hadn't even known he was sick, never mind that he'd died this month. He was 33.
Yeah.
I kind of retreated to my books and my bath in a haze of mood last night from all this, but I'm feeling a little better today. There has been words and tea and Bowie-dancing, and even if I'm not selling fiction right now, my friends are.
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dolphin__girl just informed me that the anthology is in at work today in both trade and hardcover! Wee! I will pet it and read it and name it George!)
The greenness is progressing apace: about half the trees outside are showing signs of greenness, and the others are budding like crazy. There are bugs trying to breach my window (which will not happen). The birds are desperately trying to get laid. Still rainy and grey, but I think every April is like that. Every April I probably think where the hell is my spring?
Time to head to work.
The more I think about that lyric, the more I think Bowie is very right.
Not a great few days. Holidays at my parents', which although pretty cordial this year, are always a bit trying: too many people in one room talking too loud brings out the super-introvert in me. People are still calling in sick (or not calling in and just not showing up) at the Mines, and it's someone's last day today, and we don't have a trainee ready to replace her, so work is going to be rough for the next few weeks. Also, we found out via e-mail about the memorial service for a guy we knew through some conrunning stuff. I hadn't even known he was sick, never mind that he'd died this month. He was 33.
Yeah.
I kind of retreated to my books and my bath in a haze of mood last night from all this, but I'm feeling a little better today. There has been words and tea and Bowie-dancing, and even if I'm not selling fiction right now, my friends are.
(And
dolphin__girl just informed me that the anthology is in at work today in both trade and hardcover! Wee! I will pet it and read it and name it George!)The greenness is progressing apace: about half the trees outside are showing signs of greenness, and the others are budding like crazy. There are bugs trying to breach my window (which will not happen). The birds are desperately trying to get laid. Still rainy and grey, but I think every April is like that. Every April I probably think where the hell is my spring?
Time to head to work.
