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May. 22nd, 2009 05:03 pmThe Bureau of Meteorology predicts that I shall be less snarky tomorrow. It couches the prediction visually, in terms of very pretty cloud and rain patterns. This is just as well. I had to put off editing till tomorrow because of snarkitude (I don't do that to writers) and I am contemplating turning all my characters to evil (I'm quite capable of doing that to manuscripts).
My coat problem has been solved. I still can't find the missing coat, my keys or my brain. Anyhow, given my health and the fact that my dream coat came on sale and that I have that Rudd bonus and I'm determined to not spend it all on household repairs, I decided to buy a new one. It's for a different temperature range than the old one (really only for the super-cold weather that most of Australia doesn't get) which means that if my old one appears, it will still be useful. It means that when the temperature is below 4 degrees and the wind is coming off the snow, and I am teaching early morning or late night and have to walk a mile, I shan't make myself ill. Or more ill. Or something. It also means that if I ever get back to the northern hemisphere in winter, I shall be laughing. (I'm well enough to dream of travel again. All I need is for someone to throw much money at me and I shall renew my passport and be off forthwith.)
Didn't you need to know all that?
In Real News, so far no-one I know appears to have suffered unduly from the flooding up north, although one of my nieces has a leaking roof and has been collecting drips in a bucket. This is good.
In Other Real News I am beginning to guilt myself out over not yet catching up on everything unfinished since, oh, January last year. I am phenomenally good at the guilt thing.
I've decided it's time to reform.
I'm determined not to feel guilty for making a very good filling for 2 large steak and kidney pies then freezing it all because I was too tired to make a piecrust and not quite up to shopping for pastry. If anyone wants to invite me to dinner, I can bring a slightly spicy steak and kidney pie filling, to put in piecrust of your providing.
I also refuse to feel guilty for all the TV I intend to watch tonight. And tomorrow night. Cary Grant is on tomorrow night, and one should never feel guilty for watching Cary Grant movies (although I might make an exception for Gunga Din).
I can't think what else I can refuse to feel guilty about. There must be something. How can I reform if I can't think of anything? This is a situation that calls for drastic measures. Or maybe just hot chocolate.
My coat problem has been solved. I still can't find the missing coat, my keys or my brain. Anyhow, given my health and the fact that my dream coat came on sale and that I have that Rudd bonus and I'm determined to not spend it all on household repairs, I decided to buy a new one. It's for a different temperature range than the old one (really only for the super-cold weather that most of Australia doesn't get) which means that if my old one appears, it will still be useful. It means that when the temperature is below 4 degrees and the wind is coming off the snow, and I am teaching early morning or late night and have to walk a mile, I shan't make myself ill. Or more ill. Or something. It also means that if I ever get back to the northern hemisphere in winter, I shall be laughing. (I'm well enough to dream of travel again. All I need is for someone to throw much money at me and I shall renew my passport and be off forthwith.)
Didn't you need to know all that?
In Real News, so far no-one I know appears to have suffered unduly from the flooding up north, although one of my nieces has a leaking roof and has been collecting drips in a bucket. This is good.
In Other Real News I am beginning to guilt myself out over not yet catching up on everything unfinished since, oh, January last year. I am phenomenally good at the guilt thing.
I've decided it's time to reform.
I'm determined not to feel guilty for making a very good filling for 2 large steak and kidney pies then freezing it all because I was too tired to make a piecrust and not quite up to shopping for pastry. If anyone wants to invite me to dinner, I can bring a slightly spicy steak and kidney pie filling, to put in piecrust of your providing.
I also refuse to feel guilty for all the TV I intend to watch tonight. And tomorrow night. Cary Grant is on tomorrow night, and one should never feel guilty for watching Cary Grant movies (although I might make an exception for Gunga Din).
I can't think what else I can refuse to feel guilty about. There must be something. How can I reform if I can't think of anything? This is a situation that calls for drastic measures. Or maybe just hot chocolate.