Sunday and Monday

Ever have one of those days when you have a clear list of things you want to accomplish, but it's just hot enough and you're feeling just headachey enough that very little on that list gets done? That was what most of Sunday was for me. There was my list, all neatly written out. There was my head, feeling just...bizarre. And there was the couch and the remote. ::sigh::

I did go grocery shopping (and forgot a couple of key items). I also did make the several phone calls I needed to make.

But I didn't go to the gym. And I didn't set the VCR to tape Doctor Who and so missed the rebroadcast of "The Empty Child," which I desperately wanted to have on tape. (You think they'll ever release last season on DVD in the states? ::sigh::)

I did, however, have a lovely dinner with webcowgirl and shadowdaddy at Ayuthaya (Thai food) in Capitol Hill. We then proceeded down the hill to see ACT's presentation of "The Night of the Iguana," which I thought was a very good production of the last of Tennessee William's greatest plays. I'd never seen it before; what a heartbreaker. A fine way to spend an evening.

And now it's back to the work week. The next two days are going to be bears at the office. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that they'll leave me energy for getting to the gym and for writing. I really want to increase my gym time, and I really want to finish Chapter 2.


Note to self: Never mail a story to an editor with a reputation for quick turn-around when he's most probably at a convention overseas. You will make yourself crazy with the wondering.

Current events: The Gaza Pullout and other bits

The New York Times is running an interactive graphic showing the progress of the Israeli settlement pullout from Gaza. It's a nice little feature and actually helps reveal the scope of the situation there. Somehow I thought that the settlements were larger than they appear to be. Size, of course, doesn't really matter in this situation, but I found it all educational. And I still don't really know how I feel about the whole situation. Part of me thinks: "Let's do everything it takes to get to a peaceful solution so that these two peoples can live side by side without violence." Part of me sympathizes with the settlers who don't want to leave. Most of me wonders if peace and an equitable solution for all will ever be possible.

We haven't heard much about the Karl Rove/Valerie Plame business lately. Wonder what's going on there. Interesting how the Administration's managed to put the lid back on that one in the press. And infuriating, too.

And just to keep things light, it's important for us all to know the winners of France's official Pig-Squealing Championships. This is a contest, you should know, with human rather than porcine constestants, though from the picture, it's kind of hard to tell.

Thoughts of an August evening

It is 9 PM and it's fully dark. Summer is slowly, slowly waning.

It is warm. There is no breeze at all. The heat of the day hasn't given up quite yet. I wonder if it will at all. I suppose it will be another night with the fan going. I wonder if, when it gets cooler more consistently, if I will be able to sleep without the white noise of the fan.

I have become a first-class procratinator. This thing I'm working on must be done by this weekend and I can't seem to buckle down and just do it.

There is little so pleasurable as brushing a cat when said cat is compliant and affectionate.

M's coming back from Crimea and wants to visit with me. As usual, I have no clue whatsoever what such a visit might actually entail or how I'll feel about it all once it's over (if, that is, it actually happens).

anitar is back in chemo. I'm unhappy about this. We don't talk on any kind of regular basis, and we are often ships passing in the night at parties and conventions. I like her quite a bit, however, and I want her to be well.

Gee, it's warm. Or maybe it's just that I'm sitting on my well-upholstered couch with my computer on my lap.

That could be it.