"I Can See Clearly Now" by Nash is one of my all time favourite songs. It cheers me up right away. I don't sing along with much (because, hey, can't sing), but this is a gimme. It feels weird calling Cliff a Johnny-come-lately (NPI), but he doesn't tap into my childhood the same way.

I just static-shocked Harvey's nose. Time to turn up the humidifier.

I just bought a second humidifier for downstairs. With me, my hair, and two cats, the electricity in this house could've powered Chicago for a week. The cats have taken to ducking slightly when I reach to pet their heads, expecting that little shock to the ears.

Kept purring until I did it the second time.

Well, sure! The first one was obviously an accident. The second one, though . . .

"I Can See Clearly Now" by Nash is one of my all time favourite songs. It cheers me up right away.

His voice is so smooth. Instant mellow. It doesn't get better than that.

would probably be much happier in the Pacific Northwest.

::nods, beckons:: There's lots of room here! In the meantime, safe travels!

I have been slightly adversely affected by the shorter winter days, and by longer stretches between sunny days. The trade-off for me has been gorgeousness everywhere I look, and an actual liveable-in summer, less-intense allergies, and as Barb says, greater appreciation and delight in the glorious sunny days we have.

The heat and humidity drove me from NC and would preclude my living in NOLA, but it's wonderful to read how happy Nora is there, and smonster would like to be.

I'd love to wish less snow and winterishness upon Windsparrow and Daniel, though.

Also? I'd like to petition and am actively working to change common useage of the phrase "global warming" to "global climate change". The former can be scoffed at, refuted by transient condtions. The increasing freakiness and unpredictability of climate conditions can be put down with an insistently pointing finger to the latter.

I'm play the Nash version again. Serious mellow needed. I just received a package of stuff my mother wanted me to have - she had my brother ship it. One layer in, has revealed an old King James Version of the Bible that I left behind ages ago, and a twin bed sized comforter that I bought 15 years ago (and she told me she let one of her dogs sleep on when it was sick). Give me strength.

Does she think I don't have a Bible? I have one, that Dad gave me, a more modern translation. Plus I have a really nifty paraphrase-type New Testament, done by a classics scholar rather than a religious scholar, interesting and enlightening word choices with some of the colloquialisms.

Oh.

My grandmother's silver tea service is in there.

So, anything else, if I don't love it, did honorable duty as packing material.

I have finished wrapping all the gifts for TCG, i.e. all the gifts he can't help me with when he gets home tonight. The Doctor Who Christmas paper that I think was linked to here a while back was of very nice quality, and there was enough of it to wrap all my gifts for TCG. Which mainly consisted of books and CDs. Now if my extended family would stop making it so incredibly difficult for me to see them this year, I would stop being so stressed.

And the afghan my sister made me for Christmas my senior year of high school, in school colors.

I have my grandmother's tea service. It's good to have, even if I have churlishly refused the entire ginormpus dinnerware set of my great-grandmother's Limoges with pick rosebuds and gold edges.