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thanateI appear to live in a very small, tea-smelling, in-need-of-vacuuming world. With occasional forrays into the larger confines of the house for things related to food and tissues and more tea. It's kind of depressing. Soon it will be much less sun-lit in the mornings, as there are suddenly (since yesterday) noticeable leaves on the trees outside the window. I can no longer quite see the bits of horse skeleton I put under the falling apart tree house and have been ignoring since then. From here they look a little like a ceratopsian skeleton, actually. It's mostly the pelvis, and the fact that my distance vision is not quite what it could be...
Rumors of work continue. Pushed back to the howard county project starting on the 16th (sigh) but we now know where it is, and it is not as far off as it could be. In fact, it would be terribly convenient to get to if I lived, say, next door to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
troyfish. Oh well. Does anyone know how obnoxious it is to get most of the way to baltimore from NoVa on the beltway/95N in the mornings? Should I be expecting half an hour extra traffic, or an hour, or what?
and I did order the doll, and now have no further desire to talk about it, except perhaps to someone who can assist me with the mysteries of ball-jointed-doll-ownership. He's still in "pre-shipping" stage, and if the manufacturer has sent me anything about it, the e-mail got swallowed by the ether. (this does happen sometimes; how often I have no way of knowing.)
On the whole, life at the moment involves far too much staring at things thinking amorphus thoughts about them. Tomorrow I am getting dragged off to pull up evil plants at the park with my mother, which is probably a good thing. Work would be good, too, but apparently that is too much to ask without finding another employer just at present...
Rumors of work continue. Pushed back to the howard county project starting on the 16th (sigh) but we now know where it is, and it is not as far off as it could be. In fact, it would be terribly convenient to get to if I lived, say, next door to
troyfish. Oh well. Does anyone know how obnoxious it is to get most of the way to baltimore from NoVa on the beltway/95N in the mornings? Should I be expecting half an hour extra traffic, or an hour, or what?and I did order the doll, and now have no further desire to talk about it, except perhaps to someone who can assist me with the mysteries of ball-jointed-doll-ownership. He's still in "pre-shipping" stage, and if the manufacturer has sent me anything about it, the e-mail got swallowed by the ether. (this does happen sometimes; how often I have no way of knowing.)
On the whole, life at the moment involves far too much staring at things thinking amorphus thoughts about them. Tomorrow I am getting dragged off to pull up evil plants at the park with my mother, which is probably a good thing. Work would be good, too, but apparently that is too much to ask without finding another employer just at present...