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Sep. 17th, 2018 07:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesWell, maybe I am going to be able to do the ocean dives over Columbus Day weekend, after all. I got through 4 and 5 last night, which means if I get through 6 and 7 on Sunday, that's it and I'm done with the pool unless I want not to be. Right now I think that if I never have to take my mask off in a fiercely chlorinated environment ever again, that will be just fine. I have now done it in six feet of water and in 12 feet of water and I'm satisfied with that, thanks. The Brookline town pool is pretty fiercely chlorinated. I get chlorine flashbacks occasionally for 24 hours after I've been in it.
I really should have come home early today, though. The pattern that seems to have established itself is that on Sunday night I come home physically exhausted, and take my aching carcass to bed, and then either can't fall asleep or can't stay asleep. So on Monday morning I'm stiff and underslept and generally running at about 70% of normal, and then I go to work and apply caffeine and Advil and get myself back up to about 85% at lunchtime, and then it goes downhill again from there until at about 3:00 I want to snarl at people and write emails that say things like "Why is this my problem when I haven't heard of it until now and six other people are copied on this email?" At which point I should go home, because it won't get better until I've slept.
Of course, it would help if I took a couple of weeks off, too. I didn't do that this summer, and I usually do. The three days at the Cape were quite nice, but not quite enough. I was saving up my vacation for diving if I needed to, and for Lily if I needed to. Still waiting to hear back from anybody about Lily's kidneys. Fortunately the second round of special litter produced the desired sample, and fortunately the Coolidge Corner post office is open until 4:00 on Saturdays. The Brighton post office closes at 1:00 and the desired sample appeared at 2:15, and I didn't want to keep it in the refrigerator until today. And fortunately I didn't have to. And while I was down there, I gave TJ's another shot and they actually had what I wanted, finally. Then I wanted some ice cream, so I went and had that too.
In between landmark events this weekend, I finished reading Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik and The Sisters Brothers by Patrick DeWitt. Both are going to the ODE book swap shelf. Spinning Silver took too long to get going once it got done setting up (and it's written in the first person from five or six points of view, so you have to keep track of who's narrating this time), and The Sisters Brothers was, somehow, amusing fluff about psychopaths. I picked it up because the blurb on the back started with "Hermann Kermit Warm is going to die" and I figured a name like that deserved a try. I'd like to see how the movie version manages to convert a German character into an Indian actor. Either they don't address it at all, or they end up completely changing the back story. Other than that, I don't really need to see the movie even if it does have Jake Gyllenhaal in it.
I really should have come home early today, though. The pattern that seems to have established itself is that on Sunday night I come home physically exhausted, and take my aching carcass to bed, and then either can't fall asleep or can't stay asleep. So on Monday morning I'm stiff and underslept and generally running at about 70% of normal, and then I go to work and apply caffeine and Advil and get myself back up to about 85% at lunchtime, and then it goes downhill again from there until at about 3:00 I want to snarl at people and write emails that say things like "Why is this my problem when I haven't heard of it until now and six other people are copied on this email?" At which point I should go home, because it won't get better until I've slept.
Of course, it would help if I took a couple of weeks off, too. I didn't do that this summer, and I usually do. The three days at the Cape were quite nice, but not quite enough. I was saving up my vacation for diving if I needed to, and for Lily if I needed to. Still waiting to hear back from anybody about Lily's kidneys. Fortunately the second round of special litter produced the desired sample, and fortunately the Coolidge Corner post office is open until 4:00 on Saturdays. The Brighton post office closes at 1:00 and the desired sample appeared at 2:15, and I didn't want to keep it in the refrigerator until today. And fortunately I didn't have to. And while I was down there, I gave TJ's another shot and they actually had what I wanted, finally. Then I wanted some ice cream, so I went and had that too.
In between landmark events this weekend, I finished reading Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik and The Sisters Brothers by Patrick DeWitt. Both are going to the ODE book swap shelf. Spinning Silver took too long to get going once it got done setting up (and it's written in the first person from five or six points of view, so you have to keep track of who's narrating this time), and The Sisters Brothers was, somehow, amusing fluff about psychopaths. I picked it up because the blurb on the back started with "Hermann Kermit Warm is going to die" and I figured a name like that deserved a try. I'd like to see how the movie version manages to convert a German character into an Indian actor. Either they don't address it at all, or they end up completely changing the back story. Other than that, I don't really need to see the movie even if it does have Jake Gyllenhaal in it.
