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What did we discuss about boundaries?
Well, I did sleep pretty well last night! Six hours plus on the road, to and from Allentown, with a necessary hour in the middle sitting in Panera eating lunch, pressing a cup of ice to my knee, and rereading Dialogues of the Dead. I also made liberal use of Icy Hot, mentholating the car to P's disgust (and reminiscence; apparently certain young ladies acting in Love's Labour's Lost anointed their lips with it for a joke). On return trip went straight to the Kennedy Center (picking up J on the way and making him drive) to see "War Horse," which, OMG. Amazing stagecraft and heart-tugging story (the former more subtle than the latter, but hey, it's WWI).
The whole time I wasn't sitting I limped and worried about someone bumping into me (I really do need to visit a doctor this week). Very Finch-like, and speaking of which:
Oh, Mr. Finch.
Minor jossing of "Then Move Not" (to be followed by major shortly, I'm sure) but I couldn't be more pleased. Especially since the Machine/Admin plot appears to be paralleling "the heart is hard to translate" to a delightful degree. THE MACHINE LOVES HAROLD AND WANTS HIM TO BE HAPPY. MACHINE, MEET CHIP.
The whole time I wasn't sitting I limped and worried about someone bumping into me (I really do need to visit a doctor this week). Very Finch-like, and speaking of which:
Oh, Mr. Finch.
Minor jossing of "Then Move Not" (to be followed by major shortly, I'm sure) but I couldn't be more pleased. Especially since the Machine/Admin plot appears to be paralleling "the heart is hard to translate" to a delightful degree. THE MACHINE LOVES HAROLD AND WANTS HIM TO BE HAPPY. MACHINE, MEET CHIP.