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It's the old cornucopia again
Jan. 9th, 2013 12:41 pmNot that the icon is *really* appropriate -- for entries like this I ought to find a piccie of some sort of scrap heap. Well, that's a project, come to think of it.
Anyway, nothing much to report.
The skin at the upper corner of my right thumbnail has split again -- tiny lesion, big pain. Hate it, but given the cold weather and dry air it's doesn't come as a surprise, creams and ointments notwithstanding.
I'm currently re-reading P.G. Wodehouse (after putting away "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" with a disgusted moue after the first five sentences. Shame on me. Shame, I say). It's funny, but I realized only now that Jeeves and Wooster are contemporaries, more or less, of the occupants of Downton Abbey, and that places like Brinkley Court or Totleigh-in-the-Wolds (?) are, as a matter of fact, places very similar to DA, but perceived and described from opposite perspectives. Aunt Dahliah, Aunt Agatha and Roderick Spode are about the same age as Lord and Lady Grantham. I'm sure I would have to say deeper and more meaningful things on the topic, but since I'm a little tired I'll spare the f-list.
I don't even have enough energy right now to go looking for winter coats/jackets on sale, and that's saying something, more so as I could also nip by the organic food shop and grab the gluten-free bread mix I've discovered. Winter, however, has always made me quite lazy, not to say lethargic (not least because I dread the constant warm-cold-warm-cold when you go shopping), and it's not getting better with age. So it'll have to wait till Friday -- the prospect of the weekend finally arriving might just be what this lazy old girl needs.
At least there will be exercise today after work, which will doubtlessly do something for the energy levels -- this way I'll be able to enjoy the evening, which is more important than being fully awake at work.
Anyway, nothing much to report.
The skin at the upper corner of my right thumbnail has split again -- tiny lesion, big pain. Hate it, but given the cold weather and dry air it's doesn't come as a surprise, creams and ointments notwithstanding.
I'm currently re-reading P.G. Wodehouse (after putting away "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" with a disgusted moue after the first five sentences. Shame on me. Shame, I say). It's funny, but I realized only now that Jeeves and Wooster are contemporaries, more or less, of the occupants of Downton Abbey, and that places like Brinkley Court or Totleigh-in-the-Wolds (?) are, as a matter of fact, places very similar to DA, but perceived and described from opposite perspectives. Aunt Dahliah, Aunt Agatha and Roderick Spode are about the same age as Lord and Lady Grantham. I'm sure I would have to say deeper and more meaningful things on the topic, but since I'm a little tired I'll spare the f-list.
I don't even have enough energy right now to go looking for winter coats/jackets on sale, and that's saying something, more so as I could also nip by the organic food shop and grab the gluten-free bread mix I've discovered. Winter, however, has always made me quite lazy, not to say lethargic (not least because I dread the constant warm-cold-warm-cold when you go shopping), and it's not getting better with age. So it'll have to wait till Friday -- the prospect of the weekend finally arriving might just be what this lazy old girl needs.
At least there will be exercise today after work, which will doubtlessly do something for the energy levels -- this way I'll be able to enjoy the evening, which is more important than being fully awake at work.
