Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

"When I say 'That CD was hard to find,' I mean it took more than 5 minutes, was not available through amazon, and had to be shipped from overseas. I do not mean that I had to get out of my chair. Google has spoiled me rotten" -- miss_chance, 2006-04-03

I pushed myself too hard over the weekend (which I'll write more about later). I didn't notice until Sunday, when I'd already done it. If I can just push on through the next two days, I can collapse on Thursday. I'm not catching up on rest today -- I had an appointment at the clinic earlier and have prescriptions to pick up in a little while and my house is terribly hot and I've got rehearsal tonight. So I'll try to borrow Thursday's spoons to get through today. I fear that by the time I can take a nap, the odds of my waking up again in time for 3LF tonight will be too low to chance it.

( trivial weather chitchat )

I called to cancel my landline phone service. Talk America charges an extra $10 to cancel service, which seems like a rip off ( minor TalkAmerica sniping )

Over the weekend, I came home one night to find my kitchen table wet. Wiping up the liquid, I saw that it was brown (not immediately apparent on a brown table in dim light). Moving things out of the way, I found that the puddle was larger than it had first appeared ... It turned out that a can of cola in the middle of a cardboard 12-pack carton had burst. I haven't seen a column of ants yet, so I probably managed to find all the places it dripped and wipe them up. I'm blaming the weather.

I'm also blaming the weather (and/or pollen) for the pain-that-feels-different-from-migraine in my face. Cheeks, eyes, pressure: I'm thinking sinuses. Speaking of not-migraine, next clinic visit we start addressing the fibromyalgia.

With my new ISP, I was having a bunch of routing problems: ( networking strangeness and its mysterious solution )

( and one of those 'my computers are old' observations )

A turn of phrase that made me wonder how my various dancing friends would react to it: "While his left foot is bent in a way only veteran polka dancers are allowed to perform, James takes a moment to add some style to this minor incident."

(Link is to a series of photos of a non-fatal motorcycle-racing crash. Larger image.)

Drat. Hit a wall. Got all ready to go to rehearsal; showered, packed to visit anniemal, ... and ran out of steam and fell over. Feh.

Next week for sure, regardless of the weather. (The heat took a lot out of me today, but if I hadn't had to go hither and yon in it this afternoon I most likely could have dragged myself to rehearsal. Next week I won't be worn out from a convention weekend, nor will I have an appointment earlier in the day.)