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Jan. 29th, 2019 09:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silversandbeaSo it's currently -24 degrees, feeling like -50 (technically Fahrenheit, but we're officially in 'temperatures where it doesn't really matter which scale you're using' range). I worked from home today (I typically bus in with about 1/2 mile of walking), and now the office is closed tomorrow and Thursday, so maybe I'll leave the house Thursday night.
I took the opportunity to move my fiber out to the back porch to kill off any possible moths. It's officially too cold to use the porches as a beer fridge, which I think is the definition of 'too cold'. Our back porchlight is heat-sensing and not motion sensing, so it's on the fritz, too. Not to mention the outdoor compact florescents. Then there's this guy.
Also, I'm still sick. So not really minding this excuse to stay inside under blankets and rest up as much as I might otherwise. Or at least I'll have a chance to catch up on everything I haven't been doing for the last two-or-so-weeks (which ends up being . . a lot).
There's some links that I meant to post at some point, but for now I'm just going to say that I've finished Lies Sleeping, and:
I've got deeper thoughts that are half-baked and currently in one note to be revisited during the Metafilter discussion, but a) I am going to point out that I hadn't read The Hanging Tree or Lies Sleeping when I wrote this comment (and am now cackling at my past self) and b) Jesus, that was emotionally difficult and dear god I hope therapy helps him. I'm not sure how I feel about him becoming a father at this point, mostly because at this point I'm invested in Peter having a relationship where he's someone else's most important person, and kids can be great for a lot of things, but they do end up being your main focus
Also, Nightingale is considering retirement as a thing that he will one day do? Holy shit, man.
I took the opportunity to move my fiber out to the back porch to kill off any possible moths. It's officially too cold to use the porches as a beer fridge, which I think is the definition of 'too cold'. Our back porchlight is heat-sensing and not motion sensing, so it's on the fritz, too. Not to mention the outdoor compact florescents. Then there's this guy.
Also, I'm still sick. So not really minding this excuse to stay inside under blankets and rest up as much as I might otherwise. Or at least I'll have a chance to catch up on everything I haven't been doing for the last two-or-so-weeks (which ends up being . . a lot).
There's some links that I meant to post at some point, but for now I'm just going to say that I've finished Lies Sleeping, and:
I've got deeper thoughts that are half-baked and currently in one note to be revisited during the Metafilter discussion, but a) I am going to point out that I hadn't read The Hanging Tree or Lies Sleeping when I wrote this comment (and am now cackling at my past self) and b) Jesus, that was emotionally difficult and dear god I hope therapy helps him. I'm not sure how I feel about him becoming a father at this point, mostly because at this point I'm invested in Peter having a relationship where he's someone else's most important person, and kids can be great for a lot of things, but they do end up being your main focus
Also, Nightingale is considering retirement as a thing that he will one day do? Holy shit, man.
