|10:22 pm - Time out of joint|
Unusually warm days are either uplifting or fantoddy, and today alas was the latter. Mostly because I went up to my sister's house to scarfle various things she doesn't want to take to her new place, and found it stripped and empty and unwontedly clean. I'd expected to revisit a few happy memories from Christmas of '93, when I was newly into anime and reading through her stacks of thick anime APAs, that felt to me then like fragmentary relics of ancient civilizations- mentions of Seiya, Macross, GoShogun, and the granddaddy of them all, Gatachaman, all fandoms my sister was into in the far-off days of the mid-80s. But what I got instead was a flashback to '88 when she first moved in, that ghastly hot summer after we'd emptied and sold the family house and were all suffering various forms of PTSD from it. Yuck.
So I had recourse to the time-honoured depression buster: I vacuumed the downstairs, did a load of laundry, and slow-cooked a free-range chicken with carrots and potatoes. Yumm, that was good. One shouldn't eat at 10 pm, but slow-cooking is slow-cooking.