A foggy misty morn.

December 11th, 2003

Happy Birthday Doug, Happy Birthday, C!

It was so foggy when I got up this morning that I couldn't see out the windows. The streetlights were all on and as I waited downtown for the university bus it honestly felt like it was about 10 o'clock at night. I am sitting here in my office and it feels almost like I am in Stephen King's The Mist (or whatever you call it, the short story in that book I read when I was 8 or so with the freaky Monkey toy with cymbals that used to freak me out when I was little), however, hopefully not with attendant mutant monsters breaking the glass and killing me horribly.

It's actually about 6C, which is a nice little gift from the weather gods, however, the damp mist/rain isn't as appreciated. My joints were not happy this morning when I tried to get out of bed, Thesis Shoulder II is making a giant resurgence, enough that I can't push myself up or put any large amount of weight on that arm. So annoying and frustrating. Now, a few hours after I have gotten up, it feels ok, except for a wicked twinge when I move a certain way. I hope it doesn't linger as long as Thesis Shoulder I did. I hope when this marking is done that it will magically go away. That seemed to be the case with Thesis Shoulder I. I am convinced this is all psychosomatic.

L isn't in yet. I do enjoy her company and don't mind sharing an office with her, but I do like my space. I can listen to music while I mark, I can whistle tunelessly or talk to myself, or say "ooookay." 5 million times like I am wont to do. I also then have full control over the heater and can sprawl bonelessly on my classy 1970s couch or any one of the approximately three thousand things that distract me when I am trying to mark papers.

My music is playing softly, I have my cup of tea, and the morning (and my marking) is stretching out in front of me. My own little foggy empire. I wonder how long it will last. (The answer is...about an hour. Sigh.)

Tonight I have to make the cookies for the cookie exchange tomorrow. I am making Florentines. I can't wait. Now that I have a thermometer and can tell that yes, my oven is 100C too hot, this will hopefully explain why I totally screwed up all my holiday baking last year.


 

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