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I'm grouchy today and much in need of affection.

I keep telling myself that I just woke up that way and it will pass, but the truth is that I have an email, telling me that someone I care about deeply is on the road to recovery. I was so scared I would lose her.

I think I'm doing the you-can-fall-to-pieces now thing. I'm also doing the why-didn't-I-drop-everything-to-nurse-her thing, or at least the be-there-on-the-phone-and-computer which is stupid, because I've been ill myself. I pushed myself the worst week, but then that made my inflammation worse and I had a rather evil balancing act to contend with. And now I don't. She is getting better.

I'm also noticing everyone who grouches at me, as if I've done things wrong. Not a one of the people who grouch at me right now even noticed I was sick - or if they did notice they didn't say so. I keep wanting this to mean that I get to grouch back at them, but life doesn't work that way.

Anyhow, I have a solution. I declare this thread the 'say something nice about someone' thread. I can't be the only person who needs reassurance about their better qualities today.

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I want to say "Fiat lux." Except it's really "Et lux erat" and a new showerhead, too*.

I've just been visited by the guy from the government energy saver scheme and he found lights I didn't know existed and replaced all the globes with better ones. We both admired the light over the stove, in particular. My energy bill will be significantly diminished from here on in.

To keep things evenly balanced, I need to fix a tap and a light fitting needs replacing completely. Light fittings are not supposed to rust from the inside out, but one has. The tap broke in my hand this morning and I looked at it disconsolately and wrote my grouch-post. I might as well just assume that most things are going to need fixing in this place over the next little while and be relieved that my energy bills will be lower to pay for it all.

And that was my coffee break. Light fittings, light jokes, and the sad story of my kitchen sink. Back to work.

*Why doesn't it work as a joke when I say it in Hebrew?