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kellan_the_tabby) wrote2005-01-17 06:19 pm
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Pneumonia, and chicken soup
No, it's not _really_ pneumonia. But it sure feels like it.
Napped at least a little every day since Tuesday. Sometimes a lot. Slept through half of the Shire revel on Saturday, which fortunately caused me to miss little. Yes, I _was_ awake for Lewis getting his Ironstar. Just not moving any.
Survivede the Obligatory Family Birthday Thing yesterday with only minimal grumpitude. My mom got me a trash can. :) Now, this really is good - one of ours got run over by a truck or something a while ago. I love my mommy.
Lewis's mom, in the meantime, is _still_ grumbling over the Clearly Non-Suitable things I bipped for the bridal shower they insisted I have. Hey, we _needed_ flashlights, and some more surge protectors, and that set of screwdrivers... *sigh* She's promised she'll eventually get us something 'more meaningful' as a wedding present. I live in fear.
But it was generally non-awful. Woke up today feeling nearly human, and now Lewis has got it - sore through, coughing, general urk. He took the day off and has napped twice so far. He sounds like he's feeling a bit better but we're so not going to practice.
Talked to Geno and Lisa about Entertaining Shire Things. :P
Lewis went over to Jodi's parents Friday night (I stayed home so as not to be communicable at them) and fixed their new surround-sound thingy, so they sent him home with chicken soup. We thawed it, adulterated it slightly (garlic, oregano, orzo) and are eating it for dinner. Just _breathing_ the steam is making my throat feel better.
I'm not _done_ my novel, but I finally finished the Big Ending Scene in a fit of creativity far later than I wanted to be awake Thursday night. I haven't even re-read it yet; it may still suck rocks. If I keep it, it will inspire another fit of re-writing to wedge in the motive the Bad Guy has suddenly acquired. If, that is, said motive makes any sense whatsoever when I read it over in a week or two.
So instead I have spent the day working on collating commentary for Gwenllian-who-I-have-probably-misspelled. That's now done and sent off. Not as tough as I'd thought, but I didn't do any preliminary decisions. Not the way I'm feeling. Maybe next time...
So I think I'm going to pull up the short story I finished a while ago, rip it apart, and re-do the whole thing, since it's rather lacking in actual conflict and the ending sucks rocks. We'll see.
Napped at least a little every day since Tuesday. Sometimes a lot. Slept through half of the Shire revel on Saturday, which fortunately caused me to miss little. Yes, I _was_ awake for Lewis getting his Ironstar. Just not moving any.
Survivede the Obligatory Family Birthday Thing yesterday with only minimal grumpitude. My mom got me a trash can. :) Now, this really is good - one of ours got run over by a truck or something a while ago. I love my mommy.
Lewis's mom, in the meantime, is _still_ grumbling over the Clearly Non-Suitable things I bipped for the bridal shower they insisted I have. Hey, we _needed_ flashlights, and some more surge protectors, and that set of screwdrivers... *sigh* She's promised she'll eventually get us something 'more meaningful' as a wedding present. I live in fear.
But it was generally non-awful. Woke up today feeling nearly human, and now Lewis has got it - sore through, coughing, general urk. He took the day off and has napped twice so far. He sounds like he's feeling a bit better but we're so not going to practice.
Talked to Geno and Lisa about Entertaining Shire Things. :P
Lewis went over to Jodi's parents Friday night (I stayed home so as not to be communicable at them) and fixed their new surround-sound thingy, so they sent him home with chicken soup. We thawed it, adulterated it slightly (garlic, oregano, orzo) and are eating it for dinner. Just _breathing_ the steam is making my throat feel better.
I'm not _done_ my novel, but I finally finished the Big Ending Scene in a fit of creativity far later than I wanted to be awake Thursday night. I haven't even re-read it yet; it may still suck rocks. If I keep it, it will inspire another fit of re-writing to wedge in the motive the Bad Guy has suddenly acquired. If, that is, said motive makes any sense whatsoever when I read it over in a week or two.
So instead I have spent the day working on collating commentary for Gwenllian-who-I-have-probably-misspelled. That's now done and sent off. Not as tough as I'd thought, but I didn't do any preliminary decisions. Not the way I'm feeling. Maybe next time...
So I think I'm going to pull up the short story I finished a while ago, rip it apart, and re-do the whole thing, since it's rather lacking in actual conflict and the ending sucks rocks. We'll see.
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*hugs*
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He probably will. Nearly always gets over stuff faster than me. :P
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What's wrong with power strips and screwdrivers and stuff? Sheesh. She probably wanted you to list some frilly tablecloths or something.
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The mother-in-law, on the other hand...yes, frilly tablecfloths probably would have made her _very_ happy.
When I get her 'meaningful present', I shall be sure to post its identity for everyone's...edification.
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It's good when people know you well enough to get you exactly what you want!
...chicken soup. We thawed it, adulterated it slightly (garlic...
Hmmmmm...I've got a recipe for garlic soup around here somewhere...
...Gwenllian-who-I-have-probably-misspelled.
Nope; "Gwenllian ferch Maredudd" as per her email tonight. (I was about to make some tacky joke referencing
When I get [mother-in-law's] 'meaningful present', I shall be sure to post its identity for everyone's...edification.
Yes, do; I'm sure you can get some good(?) ideas here what to do with it... ;>
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My mom, if nothing else, has learned to listen to me when I say 'I want X'. Though, a couple years ago, I had _lots_ of books on my Amazon list for Christmas, and she asked me a couple weeks before if there was anything else I wanted for Christmas...I said, 'Did you buy all those books?' in disbelieving tones, and she said 'No, but I didn't want to buy you just books...'
I said, 'Whyever _not_?'
I got a _lot_ of books that year. :)
And, mmm, garlic soup.
And, yeah, 'help' with 'meaningfun present'...
Gah.
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Sheesh, you guys have been together forever, hasn't she figured out yet you're not a girly-girl. Crikey, you're barely a girl. And I know you'll take that as the compliment I intended it to be.
I mean, what's the point in asking for things you don't .need.. Though you guys shoulda put ironwork chandelier on the list - if the ceilign downstairs would support it.
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The chandelier is a thought, but I think we need a place with more 'up' first. I want one, though.