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(ETA: Am editing to update to-do list with what I managed to accomplish this morning.)
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Mmm. I still have a headache. Bah. I had one last night and took a headache pill and that didn't work... I did sleep ok, in Dave's bed not-quite-being-snuggled but at least I was warm. For some reason I couldn't get warm yesterday, not even in a tank top in the sun doing physical labor. I didn't get sunburnt either, though, so that's good. I need a hat, some sort of hat with a brim, and I don't know where to find one. I don't care if I look like a fool: it's for gardening. I need my scalp protected (I get burnt where my hair parts), my ears, my neck, and my face. Trust me: you don't want me to 'get some color' because it's just not pretty. It's freckles, though not the charming kind, and the burn peels and it's just gross.
So this is the last day of my three-day vacation. It's been lovely weather, I couldn't ask for better. This house is lovely when considered as a whole with the yard; when you can't go outside or into the upper floor because it's cold and nasty out, it's much less fun. I hope this summer I have time to wire the attic and at least rudimentarily insulate it. It should be a usable space. (I actually think it would make a good sitting room, rather than a bedroom, but what do I know? Would it be totally weird to have a sitting room on the second storey? I'm not ambitious enough to put in skylights, which it badly needs.) I also want to re-set the stepping stones by the north garden, and possibly get more, to make the yard navigable even if it's a bit wet-- at the moment the whole thing's churned into mud, and I hope the grass recovers. It's quite ugly. (But I don't know a thing about setting stepping stones...)
But I didn't really get any writing done, which is too bad. I've only made the smallest bit of progress on writing rough narratives (I don't really do outlines) of G & E's backstories. So far I've discovered that Glorfindel is a yoga master and Ecthelion was a wild child.
Mmf, I also have sore muscles in my butt, probably from gardening.
Am editing to add this on here, since I've been pondering it inwardly the last few times I saw it, but it certainly doesn't rate its own entry.
( the music you listen to meme )
Now, I'm off to be productive. I hope. I dreamed that Dave was going to make breakfast: a strange thing to dream.
( to-do lists )
Mmm. I still have a headache. Bah. I had one last night and took a headache pill and that didn't work... I did sleep ok, in Dave's bed not-quite-being-snuggled but at least I was warm. For some reason I couldn't get warm yesterday, not even in a tank top in the sun doing physical labor. I didn't get sunburnt either, though, so that's good. I need a hat, some sort of hat with a brim, and I don't know where to find one. I don't care if I look like a fool: it's for gardening. I need my scalp protected (I get burnt where my hair parts), my ears, my neck, and my face. Trust me: you don't want me to 'get some color' because it's just not pretty. It's freckles, though not the charming kind, and the burn peels and it's just gross.
So this is the last day of my three-day vacation. It's been lovely weather, I couldn't ask for better. This house is lovely when considered as a whole with the yard; when you can't go outside or into the upper floor because it's cold and nasty out, it's much less fun. I hope this summer I have time to wire the attic and at least rudimentarily insulate it. It should be a usable space. (I actually think it would make a good sitting room, rather than a bedroom, but what do I know? Would it be totally weird to have a sitting room on the second storey? I'm not ambitious enough to put in skylights, which it badly needs.) I also want to re-set the stepping stones by the north garden, and possibly get more, to make the yard navigable even if it's a bit wet-- at the moment the whole thing's churned into mud, and I hope the grass recovers. It's quite ugly. (But I don't know a thing about setting stepping stones...)
But I didn't really get any writing done, which is too bad. I've only made the smallest bit of progress on writing rough narratives (I don't really do outlines) of G & E's backstories. So far I've discovered that Glorfindel is a yoga master and Ecthelion was a wild child.
Mmf, I also have sore muscles in my butt, probably from gardening.
Am editing to add this on here, since I've been pondering it inwardly the last few times I saw it, but it certainly doesn't rate its own entry.
( the music you listen to meme )
Now, I'm off to be productive. I hope. I dreamed that Dave was going to make breakfast: a strange thing to dream.
