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ellarienI stayed up too late last night, but today -- the first of a three-day weekend -- I've been reasonably productive despite the uninspiring grey sky. The groceries are replenished, the entropy level in the apartment is down, the small-change can is (almost) empty, and there's new lentil stew in the freezer and banana bread in the oven. (There can be few things on their way to being food more revolting to the sight and touch than a frozen-and-thawed banana, but they do make good banana bread that way, and I can make it on my own schedule.)
Not sure about words, though. I thought I was done with the midnight staff meeting last night, but now the ship's gardener wants to say something about war graves. She can probably wait for the revision pass, though.
(Oh, and there are stone fruits in the grocery store again for the first time in months. It must be spring -- or at least, fall in Chile! They're awfully dear, even more expensive than tomatoes, but I did grab a few plums anyway.)
Not sure about words, though. I thought I was done with the midnight staff meeting last night, but now the ship's gardener wants to say something about war graves. She can probably wait for the revision pass, though.
(Oh, and there are stone fruits in the grocery store again for the first time in months. It must be spring -- or at least, fall in Chile! They're awfully dear, even more expensive than tomatoes, but I did grab a few plums anyway.)