Hats

1. Cut the big ugly bushtree out of the back corner of the yard. Yaaay, it's gone. Also a small holly tree where it had no business being. Out, damn prickles.

2. Did NOT get bit by the tick I found on my sleeve. It is the first tick I have ever seen, and I've been a camper/hiker/runaroundinthebusheser my whole life. Go me.

3. Mom lent me a full-spectrum OTT lamp. I am hoping it will help ease these autumn in Washington blues.

Let's try this again.

1. This blog. Illustrated chapter-by-chapter reviews of books from our childhoods!  I don't remember just how I found it, I was linkhopping.

2. This comic. Dark tossed me the link, and it's adorable. Tod and Sky, you two in particular might like it. 



3. I'm knitting again. And today I've gone from this:



to this:



Woo!

Three Good Things about Today:
1. Sangria in grape juice. The tart-under-sweet flavor is addictive enough to make me worry about the alcoholism rampant in my family.
2. Lots of Bones. I feel smarter, understanding most of the science stuff.
3. Walking in the hail, under an umbrella illustrated by my friends from Bellingham. Cold, but very, very pleasant.



To-Do list for tomorrow:
1. Brush teeth. Ketosis tastes bad. So does toothpaste. Does anyone else have nerve twinges associated with toothbrushing?
2. Fix Peter's app.
3. Ask Nix re: A's basement. Thumbs-up there. Let's see if Simon can dodge security enough to get down there.
4. Neil Byrd, life and times of
5. Finish Letter of Mary
6. Get drafting table out of room.
7. Move old PC and milk cartons to garage.
8. Bones to Blockbuster. More Bones.
9. Brush teeth again, damnit.
10. Mail postcard.

That would be a tolerably productive day.

Three good things about yesterday:

1.  First day of my new job!  I zoomed up I5 after work at the Maj and soon found myself sitting in a wee chilly office clicking 'next' a lot, working my way through the over-extensive and patronizing training program at Rite-Aid.  I think I'll enjoy myself there; the company's policies seem more sensible than I was expecting, and David-my-new-boss is best described by the word 'genial.'  I will remember to wear warm sleeves and better shoes.  So far, I've been taught how to read the store handbook, how many different things can be qualified as sexual harassment, how to S.M.I.L.E, and a handful of other useful new skills.   Working with K and J will be fun; and I predict many after-shifts at the Pita-Pit and/or Starbucks.  Yay!

2.  Karl.  Karl is always a good thing.  We were on our way to D&D on campus when my tire went ppphhhht and then flumpthumpflumpthumpflumpthumpbrrrrrrrrrrrt.  Flat, oh yes.  So I pulled into a small, well-lit parking lot and we rummaged in my trunk and found my teeeeeeny jack and my teeeeeeeeeny spare tire, and in about twenty minutes, Karl had the tire changed and we were good to go, even if my emergency brake doesn't work AT ALL.   So, thank you, Karl, for risking life and limb to change my tire for me.  Thank you so much.  The parents are being awesome and lending me the green to get new tires.  Plural, because a daylight examination of the other rear tire revealed large alarming cracks and peeling.  So, really, it's also a good thing that my tire went flat when it did, and not at 80 mph on my way down to Oregon tomorrow, in the form of a blow-out.  Yes.  Despite my freak-out last night after getting home from D&D (Which took place in the form of a mad cleaning spree that lasted until about 4.  My room is re-organized!), things are good.

3.  My drive up from Anacortes to B'ham was also good.  The sun wasn't bright, but it was sunny sun, and so I tucked a blanket over all my stuff in the back seat, put the top down, and sailed on up.  Wind in my hair, black sunglasses keeping the grit out of my eyes, the whole deal.  It was fun, and would have been better if I'd had the time to take Chuckanut Drive.  Which we will be taking on our way up on Monday, Sky.  Because pretty.

    “Do you know how close we are to something really important?”
    It was the fourteenth time I’d heard Doctor London say that this week.  I had a little tally on the edge of my desk.  Fourteen ‘importants,’ twelve ‘I can’t believe I’m a part of this,’ seven ‘shame about this town, though’ and four ‘oops.’  He was new on the project, and butterfingered.  I hoped he wouldn’t last long. 
    “Clair, did you ever think-“
    I cut him off.  It was getting irritating.  “Hold that thought, Doctor.  I’m trying to count.”  I wasn’t, but all he could see was that I had my eye to the microscope.  It worked, and he subsided.  I muttered under my breath.  It could have been numbers.  It wasn’t.  The cells in my field of view were dying, when they should have been thriving.  Genetic failure, they always feel apart at the blastocyst stage. 
    “Clair, do you-“
    ”London, do you ever shut up?” I pulled the slide out, handling it very carefully through the awkward gloves of the isolation suit.  “They’re dead.”  He glanced down at the bodies and I shook my head.  “The cells, you twit.”
    “Oh!  The vaccine’s not working?”
    Didn’t I just say that?



Three Good Things about Monday:

1. RP meeting. Fun, crazy people.  I know I'll be BRPSing half of them, though.  No, you don't have to play your Toreador as a polysexual slut.
2. Scarf!  48" by the time I went to bed.  Am running out of yarn.

I need to play catch-up with this three good things a day thing.  So here goes.











LJ ate this post the first time I tried it, the meanie.  Here's hoping.  RAWR WORK RIGHT.