World Enough and Time

maaseru and I went to the Loblaw's on McArthur Road to get some groceries. I needed tea. Bought a teapot, four cups, a pullover and a pair of gloves. I think I was ambushed....

I'm seriously planning to set up a plastic-free kitchen. Can I do this? Well, why not?

Catalogued some 400 comics today. The only hard part was resisting the temptation to sit and read (or reread) them.

lunacy_gal, now one of my knitting gurus, came over and taught me how to cast on. She also taught me how to purl, as commodorified, fairestcat and Beulah have already done. Somehow it hasn't quite stuck in my brain or fingers yet. I think I must be the slowest-witted would-be knitter ever. We watched an episode of Due South I hadn't seen before - one of the best, I thought, 3x15, "Easy Money". As with all the episodes I've seen so far with Kowalski in them, he didn't seem to be in it much, and didn't seem to be central to the action the way Vecchio was. I loved the theme about his parents, though.

Over dinner, watched a few episodes of Merlin (which I'm beginning to think is asinine) and the latest episode of Smallville. Smallville looked good in comparison, but I wasn't drawn in.

I have my computer back. Oh joy and bliss. Access again!

Many friends helped me, especially maaseru, who let me use her laptop during the hiatus and drove me to pick up my machine. The power supply had died - they said they managed to recover all my data, and I hope they are right. It seems just fine. It's even reset to my old Captain Jack desktop wallpaper. Those Gamepower boys work miracles.¹

iclysdale helped me set it up, which was much appreciated, too. I can do it. Really, I can. But he did it so much faster and better than I can.

And commodorified proved what a lovely guest she can be. While we were sitting around my living room, eating spaghetti, drinking tea, and watching Due South ("Starman"), we used up all the milk in my fridge and had to use canned condensed milk in our tea. A while after everyone left, there was a tap on my door. It was commodorified, who had bought me a litre of milk and walked back to give it to me, so I could have milk with my breakfast.

I'm so very tired... It's been a long and stressful day. Week. Whatever. But the things that happened to counteract that make me smile.

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¹ It amuses me no end that most of the guys who work there seem to be named Tim, though they hired a Philip recently. Possibly an oversight? Or a pseudonym?

Rotten day: started out with an early-morning mammogram. Poked and prodded and squished.

Then: long wait at an incredibly cold bus stop.

Then: Aches and pains of all sorts at work. Abdominal pain, headache, aching eyes....

Good evening: commodorified, iclysdale and auriaephiala came over. We ate lentil soup, cheese, crackers, bread, and salad, and watched the latest episode of Torchwood ("Dead Man Walking") and then episode 3 of Due South ("Diefenbaker's Day Off").

And we talked.

commodorified may be the only person I know who has read all Dorothy Dunnett's Johnson Johnson books, but none of the historicals. I wonder if she has read "The Proving Climb".