Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

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.