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"We've grown used to wonders in this century. It's hard to dazzle us. But for twenty-five years the United States space program has been doing just that. We've grown used to the idea of space, and, perhaps we forget that we've only just begun. We're still pioneers. They, the members of the Challenger crew, were pioneers." -- Ronald Reagan (b. 1911-02-06, d. 2004-06-05; President of the US 1981-1989), 1986-01-28

( Ronald Reagan, on the loss of the space shuttle Challenger )

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The contributions via PayPal have been forwarded to BGE via their pay-by-phone thingie. I've still got electricity so far. With any luck, their computer will consider this a signal to reset some timer, and I won't get another visit until the check from Mom shows up so I can take care of the rest of the "pay now or we turn you off" amount. (I'm still a little short, because it wouldn't take my credit union debit card, where I should have enough to take care of the rest of the slack -- I hope that's just a strange glitch, not a sign that I've screwed up my checkbook on top of everything else. I'll check at an ATM next time I leave the house.) I made sure the quote-of-the-day queue has quotes in place for the next week and a half, just in case. (The cron script doesn't run on a computer in my house; it runs on one of Panix's servers.)

My heartfelt thanks to everyone who sent me money. I'd hoped to be sending a little money to Dreamwidth and Commiejournal around now, instead of needing gifts from my friends to keep the lights on at home. I'm lucky to have so many friends (and that so many of my friends were able to help, in this time when the economy is being bad to lots of people).

In a much less frightening case of Glenn-screws-up, I found an old stash of Groundhog Day cards, and finally found a standard size of envelope that fits them, and picked up a box of envelopes several months ago. Then I left myself several reminders to get around to addressing them before it got to be the end of January. For the past few days, I've been trying to figure out where I left the box of envelopes and the stack of cards. Bad enough that I'm too disorganized to send Christmas cards ... ARGH.

Didn't manage to get in that call to MEAP at 8AM; will try again tomorrow. Crashed early last night, woke a great many times during the night from pain, (discovered that one of the television shows I slept through wound up in a completely unwatchable form when I checked the VCR today, but I think the series is doing well enough that there'll be repeats), and today have been fighting with a migraine and seem to have achieved a draw. Not too high on the pain scale, for a migraine, but it makes up for it with nausea and dizziness and general discomfort. I need to get my Imitrex prescription refilled, but I don't think I have the energy to scrape the ice off the car, and probably shouldn't be driving while I feel this way ... a large mug of basil/lavender tea did help, but only for a little while (I'm about to go brew another).

Yesterday I heard snow shovels, and felt guilty for not clearing my patch of sidewalk (I do try to be a good citizen in that regard). At one point I looked out and saw that somebody had done most of my side of the block, including my house and various vacant houses. I'm not certain it was the work of one person, but I think it was. Either that, or multiple people who all had similar habits regarding direction, stroke length, and where they pitch the snow. So I figured, hey, lucky me, I owe somebody a cookie, or a beer, or something, and don't have to drag my aching arms out there to deal with it. But then the freezing rain thing came to replace the snow, and all of somebody's hard work is now covered by the most treacherous of ice. Argh. If the migraine releases its grip long enough, I'll spend a little while out there with a heavy iron spike and try to break it up. But if I try that right now, I'll probably just wind up testing the ice-melting effectiveness of vomit.

Perrine has been bugging me to move to the other bedroom and let her lie on top of me. I don't know why it has to be that room, and I was surprised when she turned out not to be asking for food or water. When I got up to pee and then let her lead me to what she wanted, that turned out to be it. So I read a chapter of The Great Divorce with her perched on my chest, purring, until a noise from outside startled her.

( Update / Thanks; state-of-today; Perrine )

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