Ugh. I've spent the last few days throwing up and then recovering. The last time I threw up so hard I pulled a muscle. I feel a bit better today. There was a Librarians marathon yesterday, which is exactly what you want when you're having trouble getting off the sofa.
Natter 76: Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Foaminess
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh no, Calli!
I'm very glad I have today to recover.
Oh, Calli, that sounds awful! I hope today is much easier on you.
No fun at all, Calli. I hope today is restful.
Thanks, y'all. I'm treating myself to grocery delivery as maneuvering a store seems fraught.
Smart.
Timelies all!
Back from the con. Fun, even if a fair amount of time was spent wrangling Mr. S. The children's programming helped a bit.
It's a good thing to have a spare day after a con. Or maybe I'm not as young as I used to be.
Ok, here's yet another example of Life With Rosemary.
I had some mail piled up on the coffee table, which yeah is definitely on me. So, in the name of straightening up, which again is OK, she puts all of my mail in a paper grocery bag, the same as the ones that recycling paper gets put in.
And I say to her, please don't do that, it will get mixed up with the recycling and you will put all my mail in the recycling bin.
Today I go to get the bag, since I've made space on my desk upstairs to sort through it all and toss the junk mail and file the rest... and what do I find?
SHE'S been tearing up her discardable mail and tossing it into the bag of MY MAIL -- the one that I WARNED HER would be mistaken for recycling. Where it was on the floor that she'd put there.
I am simultaneously irate and vindicated.