mizarchivist

Yesterday's day off was quite nice. I spent most of it listening to The Graveyard Book, read by author Neil Gaiman. There's video, too, but I find I really don't look much- he's not performing tricks or anything- just reading from the page. So, I filled in the body of a green dragon whilst thusly entertained. Like previous occasions, I'm having a devil of a time determining what the best background colors would be for a green/silver dragon would be (with purple and blue highlights). The opposite side of the color wheel is red, but I've done a of red recently, and would very much like to figure something else out.

The coffee cake that I made per request really is just yellow cake with streusel. An excuse to have cake in the morning? Well, OK. I didn't use all the streusel, so I guess I'll have to make more soon. Woe!

Gym: Can't wait for my old gym to be opened again. With the influx of Women's Fitness folk like me, it's downright crowded. It also takes a great deal of energy to not tell those guys they're lifing the weights wrong and that they're likely to hurt their backs sooner rather than later. Not all guys, but every time I walk into the weight room side there's at least one. It was my first time on an elliptical in several weeks (I'd been rowing and biking mostly)- yikes. One loses ground very quickly. When we do go back, I think the FitCorp refugee members will get a bit chattier with each other. I've had a few conversations with women I'd seen every week but not said hi to til now.

Oh- and- looks like whatever was bugging me on Sunday was probably allergies. I'm feeling fine now. Yay!

It's extra sad when the sort queen is out of sorts.
Tired, sore, discontent.
Happy distractions? Can haz?

Things are mostly good, but here's the not great:
Hormones, temporary set-backs in home financial reform (eta: turns out to be not of my/our doing, but being charged 2x for a new computer which was purchased, but really not worth paying twice- also can't resolve this for another 35 min til they open. grump grump grump), stupid unplowed sidewalks, my inability to make myeslf get up in the morning- these things have caused me to be a little less cheerful than I prefer.

The better to quite good stuff
My new intern starts today. I only have another 4 days of online class. I believe I'll be teaching a half day workshop on Saturday. I finished the prep for attending my professional conference next month- one I helped plan. I'm making connections with other archivists in the area and I'm looking forward to building that community I mentioned last week. That inital planning session was pushed off til this week thanks to the half snow day Friday.
I've been reading Northanger Abbey for the Jane Austen Book Club I'd joined earlier this year. NA is excessively funny. I do find that reading Austen has a rather immediate effect on my choice of vocabulary. Like "excessively" just then. We'll be getting together tomorrow for a Colin Firth viewing. I am under the impression that we'll be watching highlights of the BBC P&P miniseries, which is the reason I discovered I liked Austen in the first place.

Last evening
+ Dinner with lifecollage at Addis, Cambridge branch
-- Sliding down the last 4 steps at Porter and the subesquent HUGE bruise on my butt
+ Didn't miss the off-peak bus.
+ Conversation with my dad on the way home
- Lost almost all relaxation time prepping for the cleaners today
++ Cleaners today [Remembered to leave them Holiday Bonus- something I feel badly for not knowing about last year]
Middle of the night
-- Allergy attack from moving all the dusty boxes that should be clean by the time I get home
Today
- No Diesel, No final dance class. I'm going home and doing as little as possilbe
- I actually really want to do more crafting, but I doubt my bruised posterior will allow it.
+ Made some new to me online bill stuff go
- Wish that bill stuff had happened last week

Today's the middle of my vacation. This whole staying home thing is kind of cool. I've already gotten into the habit of staying up past midnight. This could  be bad.
 
There you go- that seems mostly content free, but that's sort of what a week of vacation at home is supposed to be, right?

The day started with breakfast at XV Beacon with zzbottom. I acutally got on the first bus out of Lexington this morning and it was still pitch black out. But given that rush hour wasn't even a murmur (wouldn't be today anyway, I bet) I got in at double time, really.
Work this week has been a total joke given it's only 2 1/2 days before another long weekend, and hardly anyone's about, no researchers and hardly any email or phone calls. My former intern from the spring finally got around to visiting after lunch, though. She'd hoped for my opinion on which direction to head with school now that she's halfway through. Talking to E. is always invigorating as we share a lot of opinions in common. It's always a serpentine discussion, but tends to bring up useful points not just for her but for me. And that whole someone asking me for my opinion and valuing what I have to say is nothing to sneeze at.
E stayed til almost 4, then talked to my cohort about a cataloging conundrum. The result is that I can get on with my image scanning/cataloging with one less step (duplicate entry in old Db)- it's just stupid, really. It seemed sort of logical to have a backup copy, but all the new cataloging we've been doing in the regular stacks hasn't gotten new paper cards- just a place holder for the shelf list numbering. Since my pictures don't have a shelf list number... no need! This inconsistant and Sisyphusian cataloging has been a serious clusterfuck and makes me want to go all pyromaniac. I expect I'll get little done tomorrow, but at least I know the way is less rocky now when I do get in the groove.
The house is about ready for our weekend guests (emerlion and dieseldevin)- the new DVD shelves K. procured last night turn out to be really suited for CDs- so the space is not entirely well used on each shelf, but with some finesse I got my brain to accept the situation. Oh, and I hate dusting. It makes my hands feel dreadful. But, *must* be done. I really only do it when there are guests immanent, so it's always more obvious when I get to it. Gwoss.