Wed Jun 14th, 2017
|08:01 pm - Worrit|
Computer is making a new and therefore, by definition, worrying noise. Knees that barely twinge at home twinge desperately at work. Three hours of same makes me tired and light-headed. Back hurts and I can't seem to unkink it for all my stretching.
On the upside, came in from playground and said to staff, 'Among the many things this daycare has swallowed is my black-' and got no further, because staff said, 'It's behind the water jug.' And there indeed was my black velcro brace. We 'r' psychic at work, or that staff and I are, because she always stops mid-sentence for some reason. As earlier: "Did you tell--" "Yes, I told J's mother he's out of formula." It's like being with family.
In my enforced and unwilling idleness,
Michael Innes, One Man Show
- Appleby, classic, confusing
Griffiths, A Dying Fall
- I think I'd like these better if they weren't written in present tense, but it's hard to tell. The Perils of Ruth Galloway plus all her man-trouble plus dear *god* every other woman seems to be a thin stunning blond with high cheekbones and long legs, you'd think we were in Los Angeles rather than Norfolk. Are there no dumpy Englishwomen in the fen country?
Another Griffiths, The Outcast Dead.
So why am I reading her? The men in Ruth's life are obnoxious, except for the ones who leave. I read for Cathbad the druid, as screwed up as everyone else (gay-sliding-into-asexual me *does not understand* this perennial merry-go-round of liaisons and one night stands in Ruh's circle that err well screw up people's lives so deeply) but he's also psychic and in touch with the other world. Not all the books alas are as 'is it supernatural or natural or both???!' as the first one, but I live in hope.
(holds head in hands) Two more Griffiths from the library this afternoon. Because I want an easy-read series for the dreary season and this is all I have, even if it isn't all that easy to read.
My back went twang this afternoon, as it occasionally does, and I'm now hoping I won't spend the next few days with occasional winces. Sympathy on your knees and computer, and I'm glad your brace has turned up.
The increasing frequency of twangs is why I now always have beanbags (plus the microwave for them) and muscle relaxants handy. I hate to say 'Start stretching now' but now when it's occasional is better than in twenty years' time when it's permanent.
I am conscious that I should probably be exercising and losing weight, and similar. I just need to make myself get down and do it. Sigh.
'Exercise' to me has sweaty and tiring connotations. But the stretching and strengthening exercises I do are almost all done lying down, and really do only take fifteen minutes.
I should probably look into that, then. I do try to remember to get up and stretch regularly when at work. (Often when going to get another mug of coffee...)
I have been to Norfolk and they are not at all, all blond, long legged and high cheekbones.
I hope all the twinges (of the body and of the bytes kind) clear. And yaay! For lost things found, and for psychic friends. My girl and I are similarly so.
Ohh one Mieville is all I can do for the time being, have put his 'Kraken' on the living room table to taunt me for a bit, and we'll see how it goes after tomorrow ... *sigh* (Is nervous ahahaha!)
The protagonist of this series is dumpy, which may be why she keeps noticing all the slim women. But, like, every other woman she meets is is either tall and slim or petite and slim, which seems unlikely.
The worst of the twinges disappeared overnight, and working all day (ha!) seems to have removed the rest. This is the reason I can't retire.
Can't see how you can read Mieville in the heat. He's a winter writer by me.
|Date:||June 16th, 2017 04:16 am (UTC)|| |
Hope your computer and your twinges both get better! And hooray for psychic staff!! Though to be honest I always feel a little cheated that I don't get whole sentences out when that happens. The corresponding good is that I no longer can think in whole sentences some days.
You have reason to be reaching for words. Not sure why staff does the mid-sentence thing, other than having got into the habit with her own kids maybe? "I knew what you meant the minute you said 'black'."