I'm looking at pool hours around here on the web, and not finding the information I need. Like, yesterday afternoon I was on a backstreet in Cambridge and found an MDC swimming pool that I'd never noticed before AND it wasn't chockablock with kiddos at 3 PM on a Friday afternoon. You could almost go in swimming, I think.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Natter 53: We could just avoid making tortured puns
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh, and Montreal is collapsing
Dude. That's the centre of the city.
I found myself wondering if The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover would still hold up.
I saw that relatively recently enough that I think it might. The Draughtsman's Contract, OTOH, I fear for my memory of.
Okay, back to sleep, now that I am sure I live in the US and not London.
Yikes. If those tunnels start failing, that's like all of downtown.
Dude. That's the centre of the city.
I know! It's totally crazy. They were interviewing some engineers who work in the area and use the tunnels and they said they've been worried for a while, and there's been water coming in for about a week.
My company had our big annual meeting in New Orleans the year before Katrina. Last year? Montreal. This year, the Editors of Doom were in Chicago. Check your infrastructure, Chicagoistas!
ita, I've had several episodes of awakening and not knowing where I am, where I live, or at what point in my life I currently am. I have to wait a few moments for my brain to hit reset or something. FWIW, it's not just you.
A couple nights ago I had a whole dream about trying to look up my old boyfriend Max via the internet -- I was remembering all these details about him, like what bands he liked, et cetera. Except that I never had an old boyfriend named Max, nor as best I can recall was I compositing real people and celebrities together.
Maybe I was just getting a random dream from somebody else's life.
Dear hormones, you win. Love, Jess.
Aw. That's got to be hard.
Except that I never had an old boyfriend named Max, nor as best I can recall was I compositing real people and celebrities together.
So random!
I'm spending the weekend preparing to go back to work on Monday, which so far has meant a fair amount of sobbing while I hold D and think things like "This is the last 2:37 pm on a Friday we'll have together!" Dear hormones, you win. Love, Jess.
Ooof. Jessica, that's rough.
And may I add, Max, whoever he was, was pretty neat. Too bad I never met him....
I'm sorry, Jessica. Who is keeping DZ when you go back?
PS: Dear Hormones, She can take the occasional Friday off and have MANY MORE 2:37 pm moments with him.
In other baby news, The Dillo has been crying since he got up at 8. I have no idea why. I gave him tylenol 20 minutes ago, hoping it's more molars coming in. Poor him; poor me (I need to clean the house, since my inlaws are coming this afternoon!)