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radiantfracture: Beadwork bunny head (Robot Love)
Eustace Scrubb has a dashing new bow tie and is quite chuffed.

A countertop dishwasher wearing a bright green sparkly bow tie

I, on the other hand, am ghastly ill. It began yesterday morning as I set out for home by car, ferry, taxi, and helicopter (and another taxi, very late); it progressed to full fever and chills last night. I couldn't get warm for hours, and when I got up occasionally to see if the world were still there, the way it rocked and shook and slid away was not at all reassuring.

I managed a sort of sleep by playing West Wing Weekly episodes on endless loop; Hrishi and Josh carried me across the night.

Sometime before dawn I think the fever broke. Today I am definitely ill, but not staggering about as aboard a listing freighter on the wilder sea. I have only little rushes of faintness, as though I were flickering between matter and spirit manifestations.

I have accomplished very little today other than making a few things slightly cleaner than they were before -- and it was largely Eustace who did that.

I did receive some terrific books this year, most of which I am too groggy to read right now:



...The perennial problem of what to do on New Year's is solved, anyway.

{rf}
radiantfracture: John Simm with quotation from Life on Mars, "On the whole, I prefererred the coma." (john simm)
Coughing and/or sleeping

Sick again all this past week. It seems to be lifting.

For two nights I couldn't sleep. After the first night, I was strangely energized; after the second, I was all in ruins.

The next night, I worked out I could sleep if I sat on the futon (which sits on the floor), then propped my torso up on the bed with pillows and quilts. This way, I could lie upright but completely supported. I listened to the soundtrack of West Wing episodes all night and finally slept, not heavily but at least for a reasonable duration. Last night I slept in a more usual position and it seemed all right.

I've had these happy dreams the last few days, jumbles of community and confusion, with Mild Peril but a general sense of positive action.

News in noises and images

I'm starting new courses on Monday. I'm running an online course for the first time, and tonight I finished a super goofy little audio intro for the course website. I open with the distinctive harmonica line from "The Times They are A-Changin" -- distinctive in this case for being almost unrecognizeable when played breathlessly upon my bent harmonica. This, because the long text for the course will be Alan Moore's Watchmen, and the Dylan song is, of course, played over the opening credits of the film version.

I want to watch the new MST3K, but I don't want to re-sub to NetFlix. LB & S & I are contemplating American Gods as our next group viewing project. Also, there are two episodes of John Oliver to watch.

Booking

Because of Backlisted podcast, I'm reading Jane Gardam's A Long Way from Verona, and it's really pretty wonderful. I've never read anything by Gardam, but I like her voice and I'm already seeking out more.

Mild spoilers and peril )

Money and planning and grimacing adulthood

I have been making a budget, a proper one, for the first time, well, probably ever. It shows me I am terrible with money, which I knew, and yet it grieves me. However, it also offers me scope for reform.

On Tuesday and Wednesday I was so committed to procrastination that I actually wrote two poems and sent them out, thus doubling my submission rate as compared to 2016. So I did *something* for poetry month.

Next up: meal planning.

{rf}

(Edited to correct spelling of Gardam's name and the title of her book -- I keep muddling it up with A Far Cry from Kensington, which I own -- somewhere -- but have not finished.)
radiantfracture: Beadwork bunny head (barometer)
And some attempt at measure.

Beauty: A walk and an opera )

And frustration: I'm sick again )

I wander foggily, coating everything in the Beautiful Shed with a thin film of Vicks VapoRub.

{rf}

NOTES

1. I say "them", but the primary singers generally come from away, so we heard entirely other voices last time.

2. Opera dates from http://www.pov.bc.ca/repertoire.html
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