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Dec. 20th, 2006 10:53 pmMy life hasn't been sybaritic at all today, or even sybartic. Class was great and one of my students demonstrated an entirely lovely singing talent at the party thereafter, but the moment I was home I slept. So I won't be talking about the Aurealis Award shortlist (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
benpayne has a list) or contributing to the Carl Sagan blogathon, even though Sagan was very important to my family when I was young and I meant to do a nostalgic post on the importance-of-cosmology-to-the-young-historian. I have a nice little fever to keep me company and I intend to use it as an excuse to go back to bed and to read romances. I have custody of a box of them until Nicole works out where they are (hi Nicole!) so my fever-dreams are obviously going to be Regency and torpid. This is wildly appropriate because about the only other thing I've done today is pack lots of Regency recipes for my mother and I to cook together in January. "You're taking this mother-daughter bonding thing too seriously" she tells me, but really, it's important that daughters get their mothers to test recipes from 1806 for science fiction conventions. "Twenty-five of them"?" she asked. There were only twenty-five that could be done in her kosher kitchen, was my reply. I think she's now resigned to a Jane Austen summer. Just as I'm resigned to reducing my fever quickly so I can return to Batman.
* Trudi noticed how many of us are ill right now. It's all to do with holidays.
benpayne has a list) or contributing to the Carl Sagan blogathon, even though Sagan was very important to my family when I was young and I meant to do a nostalgic post on the importance-of-cosmology-to-the-young-historian. I have a nice little fever to keep me company and I intend to use it as an excuse to go back to bed and to read romances. I have custody of a box of them until Nicole works out where they are (hi Nicole!) so my fever-dreams are obviously going to be Regency and torpid. This is wildly appropriate because about the only other thing I've done today is pack lots of Regency recipes for my mother and I to cook together in January. "You're taking this mother-daughter bonding thing too seriously" she tells me, but really, it's important that daughters get their mothers to test recipes from 1806 for science fiction conventions. "Twenty-five of them"?" she asked. There were only twenty-five that could be done in her kosher kitchen, was my reply. I think she's now resigned to a Jane Austen summer. Just as I'm resigned to reducing my fever quickly so I can return to Batman.* Trudi noticed how many of us are ill right now. It's all to do with holidays.