ARGH: My hand has reached the itchy stage of healing,
and part of the itchiness is deep inside my hand.
WHEE: I can play an F chord again, both as a barre
chord and as a four-string first-position open chord. I
got through a couple verses of "Volcano" last night (a
major left-wrist workout, with all those F, Bb, and C7
chords, and that clamp-mute-clamp-mute-clamp thing going
on) to make sure it was for real.
HUH: There's a character I've had in my head for a
while, mostly in the form of snippets of prose. Last
night I had a dream about a movie with this character in
it, vivid enough that I now know what the character should
look like (but not quite detailed enough to tell what
actor was playing the role).
HUH: The movie in the dream was significantly different
from the story I'd been toying with. But it had a cute
effect: to explain why all the time travellers had short
hair, there was a huge electric field generated by the
time-travel equipment, making folks' hair stand on end,
as demonstrated with a very-long-haired non-Time-Corps[*]
character dragged along in a last-minute rescue.
ARGH: No progress on my to-do list, and I, uh, managed
to volunteer for another project this morning...
WHEE: A package arrived, and so did trees[**].
WHEE: I fell asleep at a sane hour last night, for a
change!
ARGH: I didn't stay asleep very long.
[*] The organization of uniformed time-travellers
wasn't named in the dream. I just needed something short
to use in this entry, and figured "Time Corps" would work.
The vague-story-idea the character started off in didn't have
any time travel.
[**] The temporary parking restrictions and the
noisy pavement saw turned out to be for opening up spots to
plant trees. An hour ago I saw a handful of trees with their
root-balls neatly bagged, lying on their sides along the
sidewalk. I think I just heard someone using a shovel a
moment ago.
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