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Sort of a mixed weekend.
Nov. 16th, 2009 02:01 amA major good point - I finally was able to get the defective computer to the post office and mailed back. Hopefully the turn around time on getting it repaired/replaced/refunded won't be terrible.
Bad points - sore throat and coughing came back, a somewhat personal physical ailment has flared up, and I had a persistent headache for most of the last day. Fundraising was about $10 short of the goal for the Two story, which worked out nicely since I don't think I could have written it today. I started it but didn't get very far before walking around (which helps me with the first stage of writing) became not-an-option. I'm doing a little better now. For Monday I'm going to try what I did last week, as detailed in the "clawing my way back", to get the Martha v. Mackenzie story up. I'll skip the perambulation stage if necessary.
I badly need to make a "state of" post for my online D&D games. It's been ages since I've been able to run them... weeks since I thought I was getting a working computer. Hmmm... just realized that my Skype message still reflects my optimism from the time between when the computer was shipped and when it was arrived and I turned it on.
The passage of time catches me off guard, of course. This amuses Jack to no end. The other day, after I made a comment about how long he thought it had been since we started talking seriously, he asked me how long it had been since I got back from Florida. I didn't know, offhand. I thought it was a couple of weeks. But I remembered that it was my mother's birthday when we arrived (because she wore a button for it around the parks), so I looked up when that was: September 5th. Which meant we got back on September 13th.
And as Jack told me, the week after that was when we got together (for a certain value of "together", anyway). September 20th. Not a couple weeks ago. Eight of them.
Nothing in geological time, little more in relationship time, outside of the 7th grade... but surprising to me, as my brain still codes it as brand new. And just to forestall a well-meaning comment: yes, I'm sure it's not unusual for a relationship to feel brand new a couple months in if things are going well. No, I'm not saying it isn't all that new. What I'm saying is that my brain doesn't recognize that this much time has passed. It's not something special about the relationship, either. I still feel like I just got back from Florida, too. Heck, I still catch myself thinking that I just got back from New Orleans sometimes.
All part of the magic of being me.
Anyway, I'm going to go lay down and hope for some sleep. I just wanted to get this post finished up, as parts of it have been sitting on my screen since shortly after the conversation where I ended up counting the days.
Bad points - sore throat and coughing came back, a somewhat personal physical ailment has flared up, and I had a persistent headache for most of the last day. Fundraising was about $10 short of the goal for the Two story, which worked out nicely since I don't think I could have written it today. I started it but didn't get very far before walking around (which helps me with the first stage of writing) became not-an-option. I'm doing a little better now. For Monday I'm going to try what I did last week, as detailed in the "clawing my way back", to get the Martha v. Mackenzie story up. I'll skip the perambulation stage if necessary.
I badly need to make a "state of" post for my online D&D games. It's been ages since I've been able to run them... weeks since I thought I was getting a working computer. Hmmm... just realized that my Skype message still reflects my optimism from the time between when the computer was shipped and when it was arrived and I turned it on.
The passage of time catches me off guard, of course. This amuses Jack to no end. The other day, after I made a comment about how long he thought it had been since we started talking seriously, he asked me how long it had been since I got back from Florida. I didn't know, offhand. I thought it was a couple of weeks. But I remembered that it was my mother's birthday when we arrived (because she wore a button for it around the parks), so I looked up when that was: September 5th. Which meant we got back on September 13th.
And as Jack told me, the week after that was when we got together (for a certain value of "together", anyway). September 20th. Not a couple weeks ago. Eight of them.
Nothing in geological time, little more in relationship time, outside of the 7th grade... but surprising to me, as my brain still codes it as brand new. And just to forestall a well-meaning comment: yes, I'm sure it's not unusual for a relationship to feel brand new a couple months in if things are going well. No, I'm not saying it isn't all that new. What I'm saying is that my brain doesn't recognize that this much time has passed. It's not something special about the relationship, either. I still feel like I just got back from Florida, too. Heck, I still catch myself thinking that I just got back from New Orleans sometimes.
All part of the magic of being me.
Anyway, I'm going to go lay down and hope for some sleep. I just wanted to get this post finished up, as parts of it have been sitting on my screen since shortly after the conversation where I ended up counting the days.