Wolverine of Ember
Nov. 29th, 2025 08:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoThe Sparrowhawk and I agreed, while climbing into bed last night, that we are both too tired and need to do something to get back to normal. What this mysterious program might be remains opaque to both of us, in spite of our great though baffled brains. In my case, it doesn't seem to involve sleeping through the night. I was up in the wee hours last night, and therefore slept late this morning, creating yet another cycle of not doing most of the things. I did work a little more on a very small and insignificant project that brought me some satisfaction. As part of the project, I was clearing up some old mail, and an unopened envelope fluttered out of a catalog. It was the birthday card Queenie and the Fireman sent to the Sparrowhawk back in September! So he was finally able to open it and express his appreciation. Serendipitous! I will gladly arrogate this accident to myself as an achievement.
Our second round of snow arrived more slowly than expected, so it was still possible to brush off the car and go to church. I got through it without too much coughing, thanks to a few discreet throat lozenges. By the time we came out, the snow was falling heavily and the car had to be brushed off again before proceeding through the slushy streets. It's so convenient to be just down the street from church. Virtue triumphs so much more easily when it is allied to convenience. At our end of the street, most of the houses have a few strings of twinkly lights up. They beckon comfortably through the falling snow. I just looked out, and it's still coming down thickly. I could hear it whispering secrets to itself in the evening silence, and on the ground, the secrets still sparkle without a sound.
I'm almost finished reading "Goodbye Without Leaving." It's conveniently broken into tidy, vignette-like chapters, so it's easy to read a little bit at a time. I got as far as another memorable line. Our heroine Geraldine is having to say goodbye to her best friend, who has decided to become a nun. "I just don't want to end up all alone, surrounded by saps," Geraldine says. There's a Christmassy thought for ya!
Our second round of snow arrived more slowly than expected, so it was still possible to brush off the car and go to church. I got through it without too much coughing, thanks to a few discreet throat lozenges. By the time we came out, the snow was falling heavily and the car had to be brushed off again before proceeding through the slushy streets. It's so convenient to be just down the street from church. Virtue triumphs so much more easily when it is allied to convenience. At our end of the street, most of the houses have a few strings of twinkly lights up. They beckon comfortably through the falling snow. I just looked out, and it's still coming down thickly. I could hear it whispering secrets to itself in the evening silence, and on the ground, the secrets still sparkle without a sound.
I'm almost finished reading "Goodbye Without Leaving." It's conveniently broken into tidy, vignette-like chapters, so it's easy to read a little bit at a time. I got as far as another memorable line. Our heroine Geraldine is having to say goodbye to her best friend, who has decided to become a nun. "I just don't want to end up all alone, surrounded by saps," Geraldine says. There's a Christmassy thought for ya!
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Date: 2025-12-04 03:28 pm (UTC)