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"You have to remember that Americans trying to run an election are like Neanderthals trying assemble and operate a jet engine (actually 51 jet engines, all with slightly different specifications). You don't complain if some of the engines don't work. You marvel if they get to the end of the process and nobody has been sucked through a turbine." -- james_nicoll, 2008-09-05

( James Nicoll, on US elections (in general) )

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My apologies to various people I've neglected this week (and, uh, the week before, and the week before that); and a moment to reassure everyone that I'm still breathing...

Some progress on the health front -- I was feeling okay enough ("sufficiently spoonful"?) to get out of the house and take care of a couple of overdue errands (including refilling prescriptions). The long spell of hyperacusis has diminished enough that cars passing over the steel plate the utility company laid across a hole they dug in a travel lane of Fulton Ave sound like muffled, distant cannon fire, instead of feeling like my house was being shelled, and since I'm feeling able to cope with sounds I've turned my phone back on (and am letting my ear canal recover from the bruised feeling I got from wearing foam earplugs for so much of the time). I'm a little concerned though, because I've been having trouble hearing voices on television without turning up the volume enough to make the background music and Foley work uncomfortably loud. I hope it's just some bad recording at the studio or bad adjustments at the station, and not hearing loss in the human-speech frequency range. (It seems much worse in the wee hours, and much worse on channel 54 than on other channels ... and worse on dramas than on talk/news/documentary/debate programs. So maybe it isn't my ears. OTOH, it was also worse when my hearing was hyperacute otherwise, so maybe it is. I'm not due for a regular hearing test for a while, but I'll bring it up the next time I see my doctor.

By yester-evening I was feeling pretty ragged despite having not started until mid-afternoon. I did not make it to a friend's birthday gathering at a restaurtant in Virginia that I'd a) wanted to go to but b) probably couldn't really afford anyhow. (Hmm. I wonder whether missing that was part of why I really wanted to grab fast-food on the way home last night instead of cooking something for myself -- my subconscious had the eating-out expectation all ramped up?). I'd put some hope into making it to another party tonight, and had planned on asking here for a ride to it (so I'd only need to feel well enough to handle going, not also well enough to drive safely for a while) ... but last night/this morning I haven't been able to stay asleep for more than ninety minutes at a stretch before odd dreams wake me again, so I'm feeling more than a little brain-fried right now (and various muscles are screaming at me -- lack of sleep makes the fibro worse). I'd feared last night that I might have burned too many spoons yesterday to get out tonight (and if I could've gotten away with procrastinating on yesterday's errands, I would have) ... effectively not sleeping has compounded that.   :-(   tonight's going to be a little too iffy for trying to coordinate a ride with someone else, I think.

And I've got a couple of wee projects outstanding that I'd promised people I'd get done, that I'm still working on -- I'd hoped to knock those off last night. Argh.

So my current plan is: try to sleep, hope I wake again in time to go to the party but not too soon to feel refreshed enough to go, and see whether I still have time and energy after finishing up the stuff I need to send to folks. Party tonight looks unlikely, but I can't quite afford to give up hope because I'm waving the prospect of it in front of myself as a potential reward for getting things to come out right.

Other than two trips to Mom's house and a few runs to the drug store, I've not been out of the house for a couple of weeks. I could really use an outing. (I'm in the mood to wear something short, that shows off my legs. I'm also in the mood to paint my toenails -- something I haven't done in, oh, about twenty five years, if I remember right -- but none of my shoes really leave my toenails visible anyhow.) OTOH, I could also use having enough spoons left on Monday to get to 3LF rehearsal.

Forget "one day at a time"; right now I'm in "one half-hour at a time" mode. (And this half-hour, procrastinating by writing this ... whoops.) If I do get out, I'll see some friends I've not seen in far too long; if I don't, it won't be for lack of desire.

( Apologies for being out of touch, reassurance that I'm not dead, regret for missing party last night and being likely to miss one tonight, spoons-management, and misc health observations; slightly whiny in subject but I hope not too much so in tone. )

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