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Inconsequential Mutters
Apr. 5th, 2007 02:25 pmRead: I'm bored and inflicting it on you.
1) I get to see my parents and aunt in about an hour. This is earlier than they expected, but may get me in and out of the city before rush hour. That would be nice. From all reports (and I talked directly with Dad the night before last) he's uncomfortable but recouperating well. I think his physical disability is warring with his engineer's interest in the new technique they're using on him. I don't know if we'll see the doctor. The doctor probably doesn't want to see me: he had no idea what to do two years ago when he showed us a picture of the tumor he'd removed and I quipped "So, is it a boy or a girl?"
Made Mother laugh, though, which was the point.
2) My arm apparently caught me thinking about trying to knit again and went into mild twinges of pre-emptory tendonitis. Damn. And one of the tendons in my heel is giving me fits. I think I need to start doing courses of stretches.
3) I keep waffling back and forth between driving and flying to Media*West. Flying would mean that I don't have to concentrate nonstop for quite a few tiring hours. Driving means that I get to take as much luggage as I want, in the size I want, all the toiletries I want, leave and arrive when I want, plus keep my shoes on and my laptop out of sight.
...actually, when I think about it that way, the answer becomes obvious.
(Nah, money isn't the question anymore, not even with the price of gas. By the time I've paid for a plane ticket, ride to/from the airport, and shipped my excess stuff home, it's about the same as gas, tolls, and an extra hotel night along the way.)
4) Linkage:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mollyringwraith has written a hilarious Buffy/Harry Potter crossover.
5) And memeage: ( Which Doctor Are You? )
1) I get to see my parents and aunt in about an hour. This is earlier than they expected, but may get me in and out of the city before rush hour. That would be nice. From all reports (and I talked directly with Dad the night before last) he's uncomfortable but recouperating well. I think his physical disability is warring with his engineer's interest in the new technique they're using on him. I don't know if we'll see the doctor. The doctor probably doesn't want to see me: he had no idea what to do two years ago when he showed us a picture of the tumor he'd removed and I quipped "So, is it a boy or a girl?"
Made Mother laugh, though, which was the point.
2) My arm apparently caught me thinking about trying to knit again and went into mild twinges of pre-emptory tendonitis. Damn. And one of the tendons in my heel is giving me fits. I think I need to start doing courses of stretches.
3) I keep waffling back and forth between driving and flying to Media*West. Flying would mean that I don't have to concentrate nonstop for quite a few tiring hours. Driving means that I get to take as much luggage as I want, in the size I want, all the toiletries I want, leave and arrive when I want, plus keep my shoes on and my laptop out of sight.
...actually, when I think about it that way, the answer becomes obvious.
(Nah, money isn't the question anymore, not even with the price of gas. By the time I've paid for a plane ticket, ride to/from the airport, and shipped my excess stuff home, it's about the same as gas, tolls, and an extra hotel night along the way.)
4) Linkage:
mollyringwraith has written a hilarious Buffy/Harry Potter crossover.5) And memeage: ( Which Doctor Are You? )
