Wed Aug 3rd, 2016
|07:56 pm - In passing|
My acupuncturist- thirty years younger and at least sixty pound lighter than I- makes me happy by saying she frequently puts on five pounds overnight, all of it water weight.
Remains classically classic summer- warm dry sun, puffy clouds, cicadas. Needs only to be 5C lower at night. But this is why God made central AC.
I have an infected toenail which has rendered my toe various shades of puffy red and purple. It's much less dramatic after a night's sleep with Polysporin, but back to Guignol after two hours of work, what with various babies stepping on my stockinged feet and me banging my toes on high chairs and what all. Shall go to walk-in clinic tomorrow, since my doctor is on vacation and Triple-strength Polysporin doesn't seem to be working.
Finished this week?
Cellini's Autobiography, thank god thank god thank god. *What* an unpleasant man. Though wikipedia sheds light on all those 'beautiful youths' and charming young men, 'the most graceful I ever knew'. All the women he consorts with he calls whores, all the men we assume he consorts with are paragons even when they betray him. I'd betray him too- he does't sound the kind to know what 'consent' means. Like Pepys.
Gladstone, Four Roads Cross. Ah, Tara!
Lin Yutang, Famous Chinese Short Stories, retold for foreigners, as I remarked before.
Not sure. My 100 Demons was sent four weeks ago, airmail, and may have got lost in the July slowdown over here. I picked up miscellaneous stuff off the boulevard on Monday, including The Bone People, which looks promising.
Much sympathy on the toenail, and I hope that Max Gladstone acts as a palliative and that the walk-in clinic can provide better antibiotics.
Thank you. The storm-cloud colour was so much less extensive this morning that I'm waiting another day to see a doctor. It costs me nothing but time spent waiting; OTOH, time is a commodity too.
ooh ouch! hope the toe woes are soon just a memory. Take care with them baby furniture ... I only had the two and I was still forever walking in to things, is what comes from trying to keep an eye open for their safety, we tend to forget ours.
Exactly. My eye is on the little monkey holding on to the front of the high chair I want to pull out, and not on the back bar of the high chair that I'm pulling into my toe.