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Still alive (if still snuffly and limping off and on), still writing "Goshawk" (I had a total this-plot-makes-no-sense breakdown and rethought everything, but I am determined to get it done this week, which probably means next week). Other matters of note:
* No snow at all from Nemo (fish with captain's hat, check), some snow-envy of those to the north, but not much really. I can see spring in the distance, like the headlights of an oncoming train.
* Did my three-hour stint in front of the new Master Gardener class, who did receive me well and generously, mostly by glomping me with questions. I'll do it again next year if asked, and have some ideas about how to make it better, but OMG was I exhausted. This week I must produce 1) a powerpoint about container gardening for a talk next week, 2) an outline for a talk I'm giving in March, 3) a list of what we're growing in the demo garden this year, 4) an organized seed-starting plan, and 5) hopefully something for the GIEI blog (my personal one having been ignored since November, I think). See above about "Goshawk." Also about headlights.
* Still falling into a little "West Wing"-watching brain-dead heap mid-afternoon most days. This may be due to the Cold That Won't Die or to my plunging thyroid hormone numbers (my endocrinologist and I are uncertain, but I'm off the anti-thyroid meds totally now and may need to go the other way depending on results over the next six weeks). Anyway, I'm up to the end of season six, the Santos-Russell battle at the convention, and enjoying it thoroughly the second time around.
* We're also watching the new "House of Cards" on Netflix, which is a little disorienting with the above, but well done. Kevin Spacey is no Ian Richardson, but he is his own evil nugget of fun.
* Not caught up on "Lewis" yet. Trying to ignore the squeals of delight erupting from the flist. I'll get to it soon. No "White Collar" this week (preempted not by the State of the Union but by the Westminster Dog Show); again considering the political drama immersion, I'm amused at the senatorial corruption theme common to it and "Castle." (Crossover potential like wow.) "Person of Interest" was only okay last week (it had that "written by committee with one foot in last year's headlines" feel) but considering the wild ride of episodes before that we needed a break. And I have no earthly clue what they mean to do with the upcoming plot. Which is lovely. Oh, Mr. Finch.
* Yummy themed dinner last night at a local brewpub, with four courses each matching one of their own beer offerings (our neighbors' son is assistant brewer) to the food, which was created from a list of presumed aphrodisiacs. ("Nobody knows about the Doctrine of Signatures!" Liv Nash cries in my head.) Frankly, I just felt stuffed and buzzed and (as usual) tired, but it was all delicious.
*waves and collapses*
* No snow at all from Nemo (fish with captain's hat, check), some snow-envy of those to the north, but not much really. I can see spring in the distance, like the headlights of an oncoming train.
* Did my three-hour stint in front of the new Master Gardener class, who did receive me well and generously, mostly by glomping me with questions. I'll do it again next year if asked, and have some ideas about how to make it better, but OMG was I exhausted. This week I must produce 1) a powerpoint about container gardening for a talk next week, 2) an outline for a talk I'm giving in March, 3) a list of what we're growing in the demo garden this year, 4) an organized seed-starting plan, and 5) hopefully something for the GIEI blog (my personal one having been ignored since November, I think). See above about "Goshawk." Also about headlights.
* Still falling into a little "West Wing"-watching brain-dead heap mid-afternoon most days. This may be due to the Cold That Won't Die or to my plunging thyroid hormone numbers (my endocrinologist and I are uncertain, but I'm off the anti-thyroid meds totally now and may need to go the other way depending on results over the next six weeks). Anyway, I'm up to the end of season six, the Santos-Russell battle at the convention, and enjoying it thoroughly the second time around.
* We're also watching the new "House of Cards" on Netflix, which is a little disorienting with the above, but well done. Kevin Spacey is no Ian Richardson, but he is his own evil nugget of fun.
* Not caught up on "Lewis" yet. Trying to ignore the squeals of delight erupting from the flist. I'll get to it soon. No "White Collar" this week (preempted not by the State of the Union but by the Westminster Dog Show); again considering the political drama immersion, I'm amused at the senatorial corruption theme common to it and "Castle." (Crossover potential like wow.) "Person of Interest" was only okay last week (it had that "written by committee with one foot in last year's headlines" feel) but considering the wild ride of episodes before that we needed a break. And I have no earthly clue what they mean to do with the upcoming plot. Which is lovely. Oh, Mr. Finch.
* Yummy themed dinner last night at a local brewpub, with four courses each matching one of their own beer offerings (our neighbors' son is assistant brewer) to the food, which was created from a list of presumed aphrodisiacs. ("Nobody knows about the Doctrine of Signatures!" Liv Nash cries in my head.) Frankly, I just felt stuffed and buzzed and (as usual) tired, but it was all delicious.
*waves and collapses*
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