I've been checking Marathon results all day and tearing up.
Our fucking city, indeed.
Can someone explain to me the male inability to close things? I'm serious. If I did not know any better, I would be forced to conclude that M is physically incapable of closing any of the following: doors, jars, Tupperware, plastic baggies, shampoo bottles, toothpaste tubes, cabinets, closets, drawers, tool boxes, oh and basically anything and everything else that will spill, rot, dry out, or otherwise come to grief if not sealed.
It must be closely related to the inability to turn off lights and the profound and otherworldly talent for burying socks in the couch cushions.
Six hours of hard physical labor at the barn in low single digit temperatures...if I move from this cozy chair before dinner, it will only be to put the tea kettle on for more hot water.
So done with this winter, you guys. So freaking done. It is sapping my will to live, much less be productive.
Today's reading list:
Elemental Magic, edited by Mercedes Lackey
The Wizard of Earthsea, Ursula K. LeGuin
The Name of the Wind, Patrick Rothfuss
Grave Mercy, Robin LaFevers
My first venture in to Guy Gavriel Kay will begin when these are through - picking up Ysabel and Under Heaven at the library tomorrow.
I have been reading some fantasy that makes frequent reference of Irish/Celtic mythology, and thinking I know little to nothing about it.
Can anyone recommend a good source? Like the Edith Hamilton of Celtic mythology?
I have been home sick for two days with some kind of nasty bout of food poisoning/stomach bug. The cat is doing an admirable job of keeping me company and I think I may have turned the corner - had the teensiest bit of an appetite.
Anyway, the cat. We are getting along just fine these days. He sleeps on me or on my side of the bed 90% of the time, and follows me around more often than M. He is sprawled across my lap sound asleep as I type this.
I have noticed for a few months now that it looks like he's getting gray hair around his muzzle. Is that a thing that happens to cats? I know it happens to dogs but I have never spent this much time with a cat. He's 10 this year which doesn't seem that old for a cat? And it seems like they're multiplying. There are easily 2x as many as there were 6 months ago. It could just be more obvious because he's black.
This is to say that I am still alive.
I am working a stupid lot, whether at my regular job, or at the barn, or for various committees and volunteer positions.
I am riding a lot and if you want more about my adventures with Tristan I am blogging them at beljoeor.blogspot.com.
I am reading a bit; not as much as I would like. In 2013 I ended up at about 75 books but 2014 will be a lower number.
I am baking and cooking and doing boring real life things like managing car troubles and paying off grad school loans and trying to keep my home liveable despite the boy that also occupies the space.
I am also watching and really kind of loving Arrow. We are up to 1x17 now, and will hopefully finish out season 1 in the week. It is a far better show than it ought to be, and I am told it only gets better.
Finally, holy crap, can we talk about how terrifying the slope style thing is in the Olympics? Aiiieeeee!