New beloved poem:

Cathedral Skies, by Seanan McGuire.

I have seen the ravens dancing
Underneath cathedral skies;
They catch the future in their wingbeats,
While the wind beneath them cries
Inventing grace, forever singing
A dirge for everything that's left behind.
I will let them sing my threnodies
When all I've been is dust and dreams;
I will let them be my keepers,
For I'm sure they know the way
To break the bonds that hold back heaven,
Take my hands and take me home.
There are worse things I could do
Than dare to trust a dancer.

Found!

Looked more carefully through the bookshelves and found my duct-tape-bound omnibus copy of Cyteen at the very bottom of the very East stack on the vertical shelves on top of the horizontal shelves in the NorthEast corner of the living room. There had been stuff in front of it when I looked earlier.

Time for a re-read. That, R.E.M., and Spock's World are good for rebooting my mind.

Still awake...

votania woke up, and I spent some time chatting with her. Talked about custom dildo manufacturing, the way Darkside's singing does not set off my disharmony triggers (and the way BJ's did), stir fry, varying Yule customs (decorations before Thanksgiving make me sick; household ornamentation before mid-December make it feel wrong), and other stuff.

She'll be trying her hand at the stir fry for lunch, one can hope. The rice will need more water than that, 'Ni.

One of my old friends looks very much like Moaning Myrtle. Myrtle looked much less pretty in the book.

When Draco Malfoy is old enough to be legally shagged, I will have such a crush on him. (Not the actor, the character.) (Though the actor looks like he'll grow into a delicious tidbit too.)

I sense a love triangle forming. There are really odd dynamics between Hermione and Ron.

I love Darkside. Even though I do stand too close. We do keep bumping because of that... he minds more than I do.

Darkside got the metal bands around some of his back teeth removed. Like I look into his mouth that often? Heh. Nice kid. Love him. Not that anyone didn't know that before...

Am feeling the physical effects of exaustion. The left side of my shoulder area is aching. Stiff neck. I was up at 7:00 this morning, after getting not enough sleep.

Thank gods for sleeping in on Thursdays.

Though I did make it through today. Had anticipated I'd fall asleep in Systems Analysis.

(no subject)

Is good to have sister/brother bonding with Marx.

Even if it is over that.

Yuck.

Still sick, still with the nose-thing. Didn't have the humidifier on last night. Survived, but I think I'll need it tomorrow night.

Mmmm, stir-fry.

I am instructing Votania in the arcane secrets of it, and learning more about it myself.

Cooking is much like programming.

Friends

Slowly but surely, I have the intuition that the less-dramatic of 'Song's friends will creep into my friends list.