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January 1, 2010 Progress Notes:
"When Your Number Isn't Up"
Words today: 250.
Words total: 2850.
Reason for stopping: It was a fully athletic crawl to the finish line.
Darling du Jour: He saw afterimages: a faded blue silk dress, rucked up at the knees; the ambulance men's boots on the streaked wood floor; an ankle, thin and white.
Mean Things: Nothing we hadn't already done.
Research Roundup: Cost for a pay phone call in 1949; paramedic uniforms.
Books in progress: Dashiell Hammett, The Thin Man.
The glamour: Slept late, as is the custom of this household on New Year's Day, and spent most of it futzing around, cooking a bit, and doing OWW stuff. There is beautiful, beautiful snow on the ground.
I finally cracked open the bread machine I bought in *cough* this evening. And oh my lord, I am so glad I did:
My first loaf of Robot Bread is apple blossom honey and wheat, and I have already had two fat slices of it. It is breathtakingly freaking delicious, and even rising, it smelled so good I was almost driven mad. My whole apartment smells lingeringly like honey right now.
The way I know my life is awesome is that tomorrow morning, I will get to wake up and make French toast out of it. With butter and maple syrup. Mwah hah hah hah hah.
Goodnight, internet.
"When Your Number Isn't Up"
Words today: 250.
Words total: 2850.
Reason for stopping: It was a fully athletic crawl to the finish line.
Darling du Jour: He saw afterimages: a faded blue silk dress, rucked up at the knees; the ambulance men's boots on the streaked wood floor; an ankle, thin and white.
Mean Things: Nothing we hadn't already done.
Research Roundup: Cost for a pay phone call in 1949; paramedic uniforms.
Books in progress: Dashiell Hammett, The Thin Man.
The glamour: Slept late, as is the custom of this household on New Year's Day, and spent most of it futzing around, cooking a bit, and doing OWW stuff. There is beautiful, beautiful snow on the ground.
I finally cracked open the bread machine I bought in *cough* this evening. And oh my lord, I am so glad I did:
My first loaf of Robot Bread is apple blossom honey and wheat, and I have already had two fat slices of it. It is breathtakingly freaking delicious, and even rising, it smelled so good I was almost driven mad. My whole apartment smells lingeringly like honey right now.
The way I know my life is awesome is that tomorrow morning, I will get to wake up and make French toast out of it. With butter and maple syrup. Mwah hah hah hah hah.
Goodnight, internet.
