Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Okay, as y'all have noticed, this has been a really rough and frustrating week, simply on account of the uncooperativeness of my body and my resulting inability to accomplish jack s___. Today I decided to punt most of my to-do list from the start so I can rest and try to be in good shape for the performance tomorrow night, and I'll try to pick up the pieces on Monday and hope that no really brittle deadlines have been missed by then (and that one of the important things I've been putting off doesn't bite me in the ass in the meantime).

Today hasn't been as restful as planned -- I had another finger-glitch and lost more mail. This time I'm sure I'll get back everything I deleted. I think I've figured out the root problem in both events: trying to type too quickly with cold fingers and not noticing that a key hadn't gotten pressed far enough to register. ("d4-96" instead of "d84-96") So I need to a) remember to go a whole lot more slowly if I'm checking mail before I've turned the furnace on, and b) come up with ways of dealing with mail that are less prone to disaster when a finger slips. (Related to (b), I've got a download of CRM114 sitting on my file server waiting for me to have enough of an attention span to work out how to install it. If I'm not clearing away huge tufts of spam in order to be able to see my current messages, I won't be using the 'd' command with a range after it very often.)

To add to my frustration, there's someone who's needed my emotional support lately, whom I haven't been there for because I haven't managed to keep my own self together enough to even be here for myself. So, whether it's warranted or not, I've got this cloud of guilt layered on top of everything else. (She gives me a lot of help when she can; now she needs me and I'm too out of it to give back. This sucketh mightily.)

I'm tired of whining, so I probably won't say a whole lot more about how I'm doing until something makes it another level worse or something good happens that I can write about, but I wanted to get this state-of-D'Glenn report out there 'cause I know at least a few people are worried when I post bad stuff and then go quiet. I live; the parts I hurt avoiding crushing the cat's skull hurt but have receeded to fairly typical fibromyalgia-level pain; I'm not in a good mood; I'm trying to take things slowly enough to actually be restful but I suck at that (especially when I can hear the to-do list creaking and swaying and threatening to topple upon my head); I've got the wheat bags and lots of blankets (but never did manage to find a good place to put a microwave upstairs, which'll make the wheat bags more convenient if I ever rearrange enough to do that); and I now know that it takes about two hours for a 200 MHz 686 talking to a 120 MHz Pentium file server to 'csplit' a 340 MB file into 55000 pieces.

So I'll write about politics, or language, or philosophy, or cute silly things, or maybe get around to writing about what happened at the first recording session for the second CD, or I'll just shut up and read responses to QotD posts, until I'm feeling a little more on top of things.

As for the rest of the world: I'm sick; it'll have to cope. (Did I just hear somebody starting a betting pool for how many times I'll have to say that before I actually start acting like I believe it? Feh.)