Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

When I encounter the adjective 'sfnal', I usually misparse it as a noun, then have to back up and reread the phrase it's in once I realize I've got the wrong part of speech.

OT1H, I think I know why this happens -- I think I'm latching onto that '-nal' ending and associating it with church ...

OTOH, that doesn't happen with other, longer words that end in '-nal' ...

OTGH, at least the alternate meaning my brain supplies -- a book of filk music -- can at least be possibly considered sfnal itself.

Translation available on request, but it's more fun this way.

"As a matter of fact, I have met Saddam Hussein exactly the same number of times as Donald Rumsfeld met him. The difference is Donald Rumsfeld met him to sell him guns and to give him maps the better to target those guns. I met him to try and bring about an end to sanctions, suffering and war, and on the second of the two occasions, I met him to try and persuade him to let Dr Hans Blix and the United Nations weapons inspectors back into the country - a rather better use of two meetings with Saddam Hussein than your own Secretary of State for Defense made of his." -- George Galloway, responding to US Senators who accused him of corruption, 2005-05-17

A sunny, sparkly day, with a blue blue sky filled with fluffy white clouds -- postcard blue sky and postcard fluffy clouds -- and one huge black cloud slowly sliding across the sky directly over my house, reminding me (more by position and motion than by shape) of an Imperial Star Destroyer in a scene from A New Hope. Fortunately it looks uninterested in firing at me; it seems to merely be passing by.

Meanwhile, the temperature is cooler than it had been lately, and the humidity is down, and sticking my head out a window and feeling the weather feels like the air has been scrubbed clean -- new and hopeful, if you will. The canonical late-spring/early-summer day, before the season gets too hot.

Or maybe that hopeful feeling is just me, relief at last night's migraine symptoms mostly having passed (I'm still hypersensitive to thumpy noises, though that could be the fibro instead). I'm still not used to asking myself, "is this migraine related and should I act accordingly?" unless I have the Big Clue of excruciating pain in my head, but last night I eventually realized that other than the lack of major brainpain, the symptoms I was experiencing matched up and maybe just "lying down for a few more minutes" wasn't going to make me finally able to do all the things I'd planned to get done (or, later, the few things I could still do late) and I should see whether treating it as though it were a migraine did any good. Well, this morning feels a lot more hopefull, so let's see how much I can get done before I get too tired again.

Putting everything off for a day may get in the way of going to the Baltimore LGBT Pride festival tomorrow, but that was one of those "if I'm up to it / if everything works out" plans anyhow. Now I just have to keep reminding myself that to forestall feeling too disappointed about it anyhow, if I don't go. But if I do go, it looks like it'll be great weather for it.