We're not allowed to oggle Sean's ephemeris anymore?
Damn.
Early ,'Objects In Space'
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We're not allowed to oggle Sean's ephemeris anymore?
Damn.
Cindy just made me giggle.
Is someone bogarting all the motivation? Mine seems to have been completely surgically removed, and I really need it back. I am having a very rough day. Bleh. Feh.
No, sorry. We still have morals ethics Hec, though. He married a Bitch, so it's okee-dokee. See? His mercury is in retrograde, right now.
And for more Utah weather geekdom, especially illustrating our drought ...
Hite Marina (in Southern Utah, I think) May 2001
from the same spot, in May 2004
brr.
From the weather gallery for a local tv station, KSL
and one more
I did the laundry and grocery shopped and finished off the St. Pat's grocery list (except for the barbecue and liquor which are Mr. H's job, in theory). Not really motivated to do it though. Just sheer force of will.
It's a very large mountain poking through solid cloud cover.
That's awesome.
I really like Sean's ephemeris.
sumi, he's seeing someone.
Yes folks, Cindy will be headlining all week. Try the veal. And don't forget to tip your waitress...
That's awesome.
It gets like that every winter. We keep saying we need to go up to the ski resorts so we can remember what the sun looks like.
We keep saying we need to go up to the ski resorts so we can remember what the sun looks like.
I'd love to go up to the mountain and just look out at an "ocean" of clouds below me.
I used to live on a hill in Noe Valley in San Francisco. Once that happened there - there was thick fog/clouds starting about 20 feet below our apartment. I felt like we were on an island.
We still have morals ethics Hec,
Ah, nice to know I'm the default "in lieu of."
Also? I'm now bleeding. Apparently it's that time of the month again to give myself a file folder cut. Okay, I don't do that monthly. More like tri-annually. So it's more like a holiday. With more pain and blood than I usually have on a holiday. Excepting, of course, Ballpeen Smacking Day. Now there's a holiday. What was I talking about?
What was I talking about?
You lost me at Balpeen Smacking. Now I'm off in a dream land. Where the smacking o' the balpeen shall commence.
I watched the new BBC Doctor Who tonight, and we are figuring out logistics to attend a Potential Home Buyer's seminar. Whee, married life is grand!
Seriously.