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Feb. 7th, 2012 06:38 pmIn two days I shall be over the virus. I'm almost over the tooth. This has been decided. It is non-negotiable. In the space of those two days, I shall teach (twice), read books (three times), run one batch of messages, and do I-forget-what-else. Yes, I am noble and self-sacrificing. Pity my students, however. I have my voice back and I'm over the worst of it, but I am at the self-pitying misery when I want to be better NOW.
And in other news... There really isn't any. It's improbable, but my life is quiet. Except that Women's History Month is coming and this year* is all about writers and artists (and maybe a musician or two) speaking about writers and artists and musicians.
Oh, and I have determined that Clara Butt singing Land of Hope and Glory (the coronation arrangement) is the Sound of Steampunk. I now want sounds for other fiction, but for some reason I can't get Clara Butt's voice out of my poor beleaguered brain. This can't be because I insist on playing the piece to everyone who drops in to see if I'm OK. No, it can't be that at all.
*On my blog, not the official theme.
And in other news... There really isn't any. It's improbable, but my life is quiet. Except that Women's History Month is coming and this year* is all about writers and artists (and maybe a musician or two) speaking about writers and artists and musicians.
Oh, and I have determined that Clara Butt singing Land of Hope and Glory (the coronation arrangement) is the Sound of Steampunk. I now want sounds for other fiction, but for some reason I can't get Clara Butt's voice out of my poor beleaguered brain. This can't be because I insist on playing the piece to everyone who drops in to see if I'm OK. No, it can't be that at all.
*On my blog, not the official theme.