Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Wow, what a difference not driving at night makes. I bought gas earlier, and when I went to plug the numbers into my spreadsheet where I keep track of fuel economy and cost-of-operation and such, I noticed to my surprise that the last time I put gas in my car was twenty eight days ago! Which means I missed a lot of rehearsals.

So earlier I mentioned that I'd slept all afternoon but was feeling more alert than I had for a while. Oh, I was more awake, but didn't have much stamina. I went to the auto-parts store, the pharmacy (where they didn't have one of my prescriptions because they'd called the wrong doctor to get the refill authorized), and the gas station, refilled the radiator twice, put the fuse in (yaaay taillights!), came home, talked to the neighbour across the street (who says his nephew is a roofer, so I'll get an estimate on getting my roof fixed and maybe, just maybe, if Mom can afford it and the timing works out, I won't come home from Pennsic with two weeks of thunderstorms puddled in my bedroom), spoke to anniemal briefly on the phone, and promptly crashed hard. Started waking around 2:30 and noticed that Perrine was in a different spot on the bed than usual (she was on my right, between my head and the bookcase, instead of on my left just at extreme fingertip distance), and fully woke around 3:00.

(I seem to keep messing up when trying to give Perrine little treats. First there was the bite of omellette/fritatta thing I fed her back when she first showed up and I didn't have any cat food in the house yet, which I didn't let cool enough so she burned her mouth. Ever since, she's looked at yellow food nervously. This morning I cooked a frozen pizza, and after crumbling feta over it (a luxury, a gift from Anniemal), I had feta crumbs stuck to my fingers. So I offered the cat a chance to lick my fingers. She was interested until she discovered what I'd just forgotten: there was also a tiny bit of jalapeno juice on those fingers. Whoops! (She didn't seem to be in intense discomfort; she just kept licking her mouth over and over, looking at me funny, and looking at my fingers with great suspicion. And she didn't lick my fingers any more.) I felt bad about that. I guess she's not like Velvet, an ex-girlfriend's cat, who actually liked jalapenos after exposure to them as a kitten. Fortunately she didn't get a large enough dose to have to run to her water dish and complain, which is what Velvet's litter-mate did when he got a taste of a pepper.)

Right about now is the stressful aspect of Pennsic for me. I feel so unprepared. I'm not yet in the full War headspace (I won't really get that until I'm on site, honestly), I feel like there's a lot to do to get ready for two weeks there, and I feel like there's even more to do before I can feel comfortable being away from home and the things that need doing here for two weeks. I'm so far behind on everything, so broke, and with so many things to do (including making my shoulder stop hurting, and coming up with money to buy the prescriptions I couldn't afford today that I'll need to take with me). I'll feel better once I've been at War long enough to settle in and stop obsessing about everything at home.

Now to see whether I can manage to print my proof-of-membership off the SCA web site, since I procrastinated too long to get my new membership card in the mail by War. Apparently I needed to download a newer version of Acrobat Reader...

And while I'm thinking of procrastination, I should point out the excellent entry cellio just posted about procrastinating on what God wants us to do. A whole lot more important than renewing my SCA membership.