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I'm waiting on some family news. I expect it to arrive in the next two weeks, right when the chaos of installation prep and NaNoWriMo are peaking.
I spent a lot of last night waiting for the ibuprofen to kick in and for my hip to feel better. The hip didn't feel better until about 5 am, when there was a click and suddenly things were Not As Bad and I slept like a rock instead of a hot dog on a convenience store hot wheel device.
We did our shopping yesterday (and our seasonal candy shopping last month) so all that remained today was to set our lights to [big pumpkin button] and sort the candy into functional bins. For outside, that was Fruit, Chocolate, and Chocolate With Peanuts. For inside, that is Mostly Belovedest, Only Alex, Not Belovedest, Everybody, Big Jars, and Scavengers. (That last bin is left outside overnight in a cardboard box, and whatever remains is taken to Belovedest's work in the morning.) Peanut M&Ms went there; plain M&Ms had their packages sliced open and dumped unceremoniously into the big jar. Skittles had the same treatment. I like to use Skittles as ballast with should-have-a-small-snack pills like my bedtime set. They also make good 100-word celebration sweets for my word-crankin' grid.
My NaNoWriMo grid goes like so:
(S) (S) (S) (S) [Starburst!]
(S) (S) (S) (S) [S!]
(S) (S) (S) (S) [S!]
(S) [S!] (S) (S) [S!]
It is a grid of 20 small sweets because I use a D20 as a counter. (I picked up this habit from something Seanan said about her writing process.)
We took shifts saying hello to the trick-or-treaters. It took a little while after we put out the candy for them to show up, but since we have a nice storm door it's easy to set up a chair and a tv tray and wait for the next crowd to say hello to. There were over 70 this time, almost at pre-plague numbers. There were a number of cop costumes (ack) but at least one Spiderman, some Pokemon, a tiny bear being pulled along in a red wagon (an adult came to claim the candy), and two large hot dogs. Belovedest duly recorded the number on our Halloween sheet, which will be cycled back into the sheaf of holidays that gets stuck on the refrigerator, ready to remind us of our obligations next year.
We have six very large pomegranates. After tomorrow's appointment, perhaps I'll dismantle one. Or perhaps I'll wait for news.
I spent a lot of last night waiting for the ibuprofen to kick in and for my hip to feel better. The hip didn't feel better until about 5 am, when there was a click and suddenly things were Not As Bad and I slept like a rock instead of a hot dog on a convenience store hot wheel device.
We did our shopping yesterday (and our seasonal candy shopping last month) so all that remained today was to set our lights to [big pumpkin button] and sort the candy into functional bins. For outside, that was Fruit, Chocolate, and Chocolate With Peanuts. For inside, that is Mostly Belovedest, Only Alex, Not Belovedest, Everybody, Big Jars, and Scavengers. (That last bin is left outside overnight in a cardboard box, and whatever remains is taken to Belovedest's work in the morning.) Peanut M&Ms went there; plain M&Ms had their packages sliced open and dumped unceremoniously into the big jar. Skittles had the same treatment. I like to use Skittles as ballast with should-have-a-small-snack pills like my bedtime set. They also make good 100-word celebration sweets for my word-crankin' grid.
My NaNoWriMo grid goes like so:
(S) (S) (S) (S) [Starburst!]
(S) (S) (S) (S) [S!]
(S) (S) (S) (S) [S!]
(S) [S!] (S) (S) [S!]
It is a grid of 20 small sweets because I use a D20 as a counter. (I picked up this habit from something Seanan said about her writing process.)
We took shifts saying hello to the trick-or-treaters. It took a little while after we put out the candy for them to show up, but since we have a nice storm door it's easy to set up a chair and a tv tray and wait for the next crowd to say hello to. There were over 70 this time, almost at pre-plague numbers. There were a number of cop costumes (ack) but at least one Spiderman, some Pokemon, a tiny bear being pulled along in a red wagon (an adult came to claim the candy), and two large hot dogs. Belovedest duly recorded the number on our Halloween sheet, which will be cycled back into the sheaf of holidays that gets stuck on the refrigerator, ready to remind us of our obligations next year.
We have six very large pomegranates. After tomorrow's appointment, perhaps I'll dismantle one. Or perhaps I'll wait for news.
