Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

"Great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events, small minds discuss people." -- attributed (inconclusively) to various people, including Eleanor Roosevelt and Adm. Hyman G. Rickover

[Does wishing my bandmate Trix a happy birthday count as discussing people or discussing events? Happy birthday, Trix!]

After too long away from it, re-adjusting to a one-button mouse is worse than switching between manual and automatic transmission. (I suppose it could be worse. I haven't been using a three-button mouse all this time, just a two-button.)

Got out last night, but stayed in a noisy environment longer than I should have, with waves of echoes beating against my skull (at first only when nearby voices got especially loud; eventually to the point that conversations at normal volume on the other side of the restaurant were a problem) -- I should have headed home or suggested going someplace quieter after the first loud voice got me. As it was, when I left I was too drained to do anything I'd been thinking of trying to do on my way home, so I came straight back. Alas, I got woken up this morning after seriously not-enough sleep, and am feeling not-all-here.

This morning, after a few rounds of dropped communication and miscommunication (my not keeping up with email during the two-month dizzy spell was certainly a factor), someone finally came today to measure the windows, so I should have an estimate soon.

I've got a bunch of music I want to listen to, but I'll have to turn it up to an uncomfortable volume to hear it cleanly over my new neighbours' stereo bleeding through the wall. A little later I'll put in the earplugs to kill outside noise, then crank up headphones enough to hear past the earplugs. It works, but when I do that I can't help thinking of the folks who wanted to put a humidifier and a dehumidifier in a room and run them both to "let them fight it out".

Tried to set up WiFi last night, but couldn't get it to work. But I may not have been awake enough for proper troubleshooting. I hope it's not incompatible versions of 802.11, but I don't think that's it, since I wasn't even able to get to the router's admin screen via a 10baseT connection. Let's see whether it makes more sense when I'm more awake.

Gotta try to get out to Bowie this weekend, visit Mom, do laundry. No spoons today. Sunday more likely. I also need to carry a knife up a really tall ladder soon -- this weekend would be ideal -- and will need to budget spoons for that. (I am, for the most part, and acrophile. But falling because I pushed myself too hard and went up exhausted and dizzy would really piss off just about all of my friends (uh, and it would hurt), so yes, I will wait for a Good Day body-wise before I do that.)

Perrine got used to my just not leaving the house (and barely leaving the bedroom). Now that I'm getting out once in a while again, she gets really clingy each time I come home again. Her claws have gotten really long, which is especially noticeable when she climbs into my lap and kneads to say, "Oh thank God you came back!" Fortunately, I have at long last found where she knocked the claw scissors to, so at some point soon I will catch her sleeping and start trimming claws. I haven't managed to get the Right Food (Nutro), but I did get to a supermarket a couple days ago and picked up some Iams ... When she's really hungry she eats it enthusiastically, but when she's just topping up she looks at the food, looks at me, and says, "Yeah, but where's the good stuff? Why are you holding out on me?" At least she's not pretending to bury it (translation: "This is crap") this time. (When she's really unhappy with what's in her dish, she fild something to drag over it, to be more emphatic than just making the digging motions. But once it's covered it's mysterious and thus interesting again the next time she comes back to it, and then she decides it's palatable after all. There is much entertainment to be found in kitty-brains.)

Last night --
Perrine: "Ooooh, this orange, quilted thing feels nice to dig my claws into -- time for a good stretch and scratch."
Me: "No, no, that's borrowed; don't claw it! Give it back!"

Yipe! The end of May got here kinda quickly! [checks calendar] *whew* Pre-registration deadline for Pennsic is the 15th, so I've got a wee bit longer to try to come up with money for that, which I've been rather worried about.

My youngest brother had been crashing here this week because he had work in Baltimore. It looks like he headed back to Bowie before I woke up this morning.

The weather went from a bit too warm and terribly muggy, to way too hot and a little humid, to too freaking cold, to what would have been a reasonable temperature except for the 70% humidity that made everything just feel clammy and the dead-fish smell from the harbour ... right at this instant it feels pretty comfortable despite 61% humidity. *whew* I'm always grateful when the weather isn't layering additional discomforts on top of whatever unpleasantness body is already doing that day.