Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

I am feeling better than last night. The roads are better than last night. (The weather isn't exactly inviting, but it's nowhere near as treacherous ... until things freeze again tonight.) Now to see whether I can stay feeling better long enough to go to the photo lab (I just got a check for developing photos from a friend's wedding last year in 2002) and the nail salon and my mother's house and the Sheepie's house and the music store. I'm not sure I'll make it to all of those. This week my stamina has been poor. First, let's see how I feel after a shower.

With the weather getting above freezing in the daytime I haven't needed to burn as much heating oil this week. It doesn't have to be above freezing very long, and it can still get pretty cold at night, but the fact that it gets above freezing sometime in the afternoon makes a huge difference to the temperature of this house. I've got 3/8 of a tank left from the gift I got last month.

But not running the furnace as much because my head, torso, and legs are not uncomfortable does mean that the house gets into that middling temperature range where I'm not uncomfortable but my hands become clumsy and slow. (What I'm starting to think of as the "too dangerous to try to clear spam out of my mailbox" zone.) I'm noticing typos all over the place, mostly missing letters that I have to go back and insert. I know I fired the neurons that are supposed to direct those muscles, but apparently my fingers aren't hitting with enough force on each keystroke. Kind of disturbing considering that this is a computer keyboard, not a manual typewriter. Heck, it's not even the TeleType in the corner. (I really do need to hook that to a box that still understands how to do uppercase-only logins for UNIX and can slow down to 110 baud.)

I'm two and a half weeks behind on my television watching again. (Never did track down a copy of the epoisode of Alias I missed.) Need to give myself permission to veg in front of the tube before I run out of videocassettes again. (<whine>But I have soooo much to doooo.</whine>)

Okay, I turned the furnace on when I sat down to type this, and now the house has warmed up to "walk around wet after a shower" temperature, so I've stalled exactly long enough. So it takes four paragraphs to warm the house that much. (This one doesn't count -- it was warm enough when I started this paragraph.)