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akirluIt's a bit like pulling the brush out of a semi-congealed pot of rubber-cement, emerging from this stupid virus. The disease is tenaciously sticky and doesn't like to let go. (We will pass over lightly the metaphor's resonance with giant globs of amber-golden snot.)
Here on day eight of the Hostage Crisis, I'm only vaguely hopeful of ever seeing my brain alive again. My head is still stuffed full of semi-saturated sponge cake, and wandering the earth feeling like I have the mental acuity of a pithed planarian has gotten mighty old. I have written nothing worth mentioning in the last two days, and made no progress on the necklace. Yesterday I dropped all my spoons after lunch, and spent the afternoon mostly trying not to do a face plant into my keyboard. This would all be so much better if there weren't a new hire to train and a search to coordinate and the general ambient chaos of Fall quarter to tamp down. Wishes, fishes, and frying pans.
Meanwhile, the majestically slow rolling autumn we've had this year has finally turned damp and gray. I guess one can't complain too much -- it's been gloriously warm and sunny deep into October, and the color changes in the trees have been correspondingly slow. Surprisingly glorious colors now, for such a warm fall. And many of the rhodies have snuck in a second bloom, adding yet more color to the mix. And today's wet is more nuisance than anything -- a mizzle so light, and so horizontal that there is no point in putting up an umbrella or wearing a hat.
My one accomplishment of the morning has been setting up a Flickr account, so that now, at least in principle, I can post photographs of jewelry and other such stuff. Maybe even put up some photos-qua-photos. Not much there yet, however. Oh yes, and now I've written this. Woo.
Here on day eight of the Hostage Crisis, I'm only vaguely hopeful of ever seeing my brain alive again. My head is still stuffed full of semi-saturated sponge cake, and wandering the earth feeling like I have the mental acuity of a pithed planarian has gotten mighty old. I have written nothing worth mentioning in the last two days, and made no progress on the necklace. Yesterday I dropped all my spoons after lunch, and spent the afternoon mostly trying not to do a face plant into my keyboard. This would all be so much better if there weren't a new hire to train and a search to coordinate and the general ambient chaos of Fall quarter to tamp down. Wishes, fishes, and frying pans.
Meanwhile, the majestically slow rolling autumn we've had this year has finally turned damp and gray. I guess one can't complain too much -- it's been gloriously warm and sunny deep into October, and the color changes in the trees have been correspondingly slow. Surprisingly glorious colors now, for such a warm fall. And many of the rhodies have snuck in a second bloom, adding yet more color to the mix. And today's wet is more nuisance than anything -- a mizzle so light, and so horizontal that there is no point in putting up an umbrella or wearing a hat.
My one accomplishment of the morning has been setting up a Flickr account, so that now, at least in principle, I can post photographs of jewelry and other such stuff. Maybe even put up some photos-qua-photos. Not much there yet, however. Oh yes, and now I've written this. Woo.
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Date: 2006-10-19 11:18 pm (UTC)I want to write, but I'm both overstimulated and out of juice. I need more time to recover from VP. I wish I could have quit my job. This just sucks.