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It's an ill wind tonight. Or it will be, very soon. And it's already blown me much good.

We're on the verge of a weather change. I don't hurt from it yet, but it's stopping me getting to sleep. I gave up on sleep a few minutes ago as a bad job, in fact. I decided that the best possible thing I could do at 2 am was to finish going through my shelves and hauling out the books I intend to finish with this weekend and put back on Monday. So that's all done. Along the way I found my missing manual of demonology. It had cleverly hidden itself with a bunch of Renaissance plays, a book on the Medieval underworld, soem theological stuff, and a life of Nostradamus. Also with much dust.

Now that I have my manual of demonology back, I shall do a few minutes work. I want to take advantage of my tremendous good fortune while things are still quiet outside.

I have kept the manual out, in case any of you have longstanding questions about the use of bat's blood and etc. It's been missing for three years, after all.



ETA: the weather is stil on the verge of a change and sleep was not something I got a lot of last night. In the cruel light of day I have not found my manual of demonology at all, but a larger and more blue manual of necromancy. I'll still take it into class on Tuesday, along with more normal aspects of my library.

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The numbers on Canberra busses are very clear and rather big, I just discovered. Shopping centres are full of writing and the people in them have eyes and interesting hair and lines on their faces. Space has three dimensions, which is something my brain knew about but which I couldn't really see before. And it's much easier than it used to be to not bump into people, now dimensionality has returned.

The only message not done is my honeydew melon (I needed one - I wonder if I imagine having one, will that be the same?). It's amazing how much faster it is to find things and do things when one can see.

I want to lyricise for six hours, but that would make a long blogpost. Instead I'll point out that the messages were all done before there was more than a spit of rain (sometimes weather sense is handy) and that my new glasses are lighter than my reading glasses which, until an hour and a half ago, were the lightest glasses I had ever owned. The lady helping me in the optometrist's laughed aloud when I asked "Is this how a normal person feels when wearing glasses?" Apparently it is. I'm wearing glasses that are not any heavier than anyone else's. It made my day and my joy in it made her day and the whole shop took on an air of having sampled nitrous oxide.

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My handwriting never ceases to entertain me. I just read "Deus in loco sancto" as "Deus in 1000 sancto."

Weather is *still* incoming. I am so tired of it (and the pain that goes with it) that I've taken to eating icecream.