Behold, the Medium Dogster

Kaylee on the office floor
Originally uploaded by halobrien

Not something you can say every day, but on Saturday, we saved a life. ( Tales of our foster dog, Kaylee )

NaNoWriMo - Day 1 report

Yesterday I got no writing done at all. Most of my conscious time was devoted to the process of adjusting to, and training, Kaylee. No work yet today, either -- all the tables nearby in my train carriage were taken up. It continues to drive me nuts when people grab a table seat to then sleep in the corner or just listen to their damn' iPods or all the other non-table-requiring activities they can come up with when there are non-table seats available. I can sort-of work on the netbook on my lap, but it's obnoxious not to have a mousing surface and have to give up touch typing in order to stabilize the netbook on my lap.

Call it DAFIA?

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Originally uploaded by tigerb

As I was walking past the Daleks on my way to catch my morning bus, I was pondering how my life seems to have drifted accidentally into the mundane lately. I'm knitting scarves for breast cancer survivors on the train, and fostering rescue dogs, and the two books I'm currently reading are a mystery by Agatha Christie and a dog training book by Cesar Milan. The magazines I subscribe to are Sunset, and This Old House, and Threads, and (!)Martha Stewart. If you look at my pursuits from one week to the next, you'd be hard pressed to find the fannishness. When did all this happen?

It seems to be just a natural evolution of interests, really. It's not as if I deliberately tried to Get Away From It All, and I can't claim to really have been Forced Away From It All. It's more as if I've Drifted Away From it All. DAFIA. Oh, well, there, I've invented a fannish acronym. That has to count for something. That, and calling them Daleks...