Or not.
Yesterday I got a call from my soon-to-be violin teacher. The class I was so looking forward to this Friday has been pushed back a week as she must leave town. I had just rescheduled an event to accommodate the music lesson.
This morning was weird. The cat went berserk at about six o'clock this morning. I ignored him until about quarter past seven. I gave myself fifteen extra minutes except that I was so tired from several nights of too little sleep, that I next awoke at three minutes to eight.
I rushed around like mad and managed to leave the house around five past eight. That's pretty good time - it leaves me with enough time to walk to work in any case.
The sun was shining. The day got noticeably warmer as I walked. On the way to work, I found a penny.
'Yes!' thought I. 'Finally, some good luck!'
Then I twisted my ankle. Publicly. Painfully. With ten blocks still to walk. Luckily, my ankles are pretty bendy. Although it twinged a bit, it didn't really affect my walking all that much. The effect of the lucky penny, perhaps?
It's still throbbing a bit, so we'll see how much it damage was really done when I try and walk home again. Movement is, as yet, unhindered.
I arrived to work to find that at 9:49pm last night, there had been a power outage. I had to reboot my computer, which means a very frustratingly slow computer day ... again.
Yup. Things are still weird.
I'm still stupidly far behind in my writing. I have a minimum of 4 000 words to make today if I have any hope catching up by the end of the week. I should probably get on with it, then.
Will the computer blow up, do you think?
Butcher's Plums
Meat. On saying to someone I was visiting, "Who lives next door?" I was answered, "The butcher. That's where we get our butcher's plums."
- Rev. F.M.T. Palgrave's Words and Phrases in Everyday Use by the Natives of Herron-le-Hole, Durham, Being Words Not Ordinarily Accepted, 1896.
Man... what a title!
