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This morning the world was lightly dipped in fog. Not enough to make fascinating light patterns or be a real road hazard, but enough that the whole walk to the grocery store and back seemed a bit surreal. As if I had forgotten to put my glasses on, or hadn't quite woken up yet. Hints of blurriness in my peripheral vision that were just distant parts of the landscape that my brain wasn't processing properly.
I bought mostly practical groceries. Fretted a little over money, mostly by habit. Came home, and cleaned the kitchen. Did the dishes. Tidied the living room. Swept. If I hadn't gotten to it, someone else probably would've eventually, or at least parts of it, but sometimes it's nice to be the Cleaning Fairy who makes things tidy when no one else is looking. It makes me feel adult, and the results are satisfying, even if the chore-doing itself is no fun.
The world probably feels all dreamy still because of too much rum last night. (My #fridaynightcocktail is going to be recovering from Thursday night's, thank you very much.) This is the hazard of asking someone who doesn't drink to make the cocktails. The hot buttered rum was delicious, and...we are now out of rum. Very out of rum.
I suppose as entries go this is a bit disjointed. A lot of my thought processes have been a bit disjointed lately. The focus I have available mostly goes to working on academic things. I have about twelve pages of Plato to translate this weekend, and another 180 lines of the Aeneid, and I need to get my Latin research paper all but done (I mostly have a thesis so far, and not much else), and I need to figure out what my Greek research paper will be on and start putting that together...
I have a lot of free time, really. But not a lot of brain. Trying to put together coherent prose about my day after all the endless translation and the like feels a lot like trying to carry heavy bags of groceries around directly after a long session of rock climbing. It's probably possible, but by god, it's hard.
Ah well. Back to the homework mines.
I bought mostly practical groceries. Fretted a little over money, mostly by habit. Came home, and cleaned the kitchen. Did the dishes. Tidied the living room. Swept. If I hadn't gotten to it, someone else probably would've eventually, or at least parts of it, but sometimes it's nice to be the Cleaning Fairy who makes things tidy when no one else is looking. It makes me feel adult, and the results are satisfying, even if the chore-doing itself is no fun.
The world probably feels all dreamy still because of too much rum last night. (My #fridaynightcocktail is going to be recovering from Thursday night's, thank you very much.) This is the hazard of asking someone who doesn't drink to make the cocktails. The hot buttered rum was delicious, and...we are now out of rum. Very out of rum.
I suppose as entries go this is a bit disjointed. A lot of my thought processes have been a bit disjointed lately. The focus I have available mostly goes to working on academic things. I have about twelve pages of Plato to translate this weekend, and another 180 lines of the Aeneid, and I need to get my Latin research paper all but done (I mostly have a thesis so far, and not much else), and I need to figure out what my Greek research paper will be on and start putting that together...
I have a lot of free time, really. But not a lot of brain. Trying to put together coherent prose about my day after all the endless translation and the like feels a lot like trying to carry heavy bags of groceries around directly after a long session of rock climbing. It's probably possible, but by god, it's hard.
Ah well. Back to the homework mines.