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Look at this!
A watery view out our front window, making the fall colours of our smoke bush look like a watercolour.
We're having some pretty serious November here. Storms blowing through with lots of rain and wind and hail. One night I couldn't sleep because the frequent lightning flashes were like someone strafing a flashlight across my face again and again. There is some glorious sun and beautiful skies then more rain rain rain. Good thing I like rain.
Had a busy but weekend in sunny San Jose at World Fantasy Con, where I saw loads of people I'd wanted to see but missed many others. Damn. I had a good time but I was hoping to meet some people I knew were there, but I never managed to. We had a fun Clarion West get-together, fun dinners, parties, hanging out talk talk talking.
Then the fates gave me nearly a week of normal life again until, when Jim and I were watching Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire dance in Roberta, I suddenly started coughing. Chills and fever followed, and I kept that fever for a week. A week, people! I don't think I've ever had a fever that long before. Luckily the Wednesday was officially a holiday, or I would have burned through five days of sick leave rather than four. Yet another week later I still have a cough from it, but I'm so happy not to have a fever I don't mind. Really, I don't. *Cough, cough*
November is whipping past so fast I can't grab hold of it to make it slow down so I can catch up.
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For my recent listening, reading, and writing adventures, see Les Semaines.
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A watery view out our front window, making the fall colours of our smoke bush look like a watercolour.
We're having some pretty serious November here. Storms blowing through with lots of rain and wind and hail. One night I couldn't sleep because the frequent lightning flashes were like someone strafing a flashlight across my face again and again. There is some glorious sun and beautiful skies then more rain rain rain. Good thing I like rain.
Had a busy but weekend in sunny San Jose at World Fantasy Con, where I saw loads of people I'd wanted to see but missed many others. Damn. I had a good time but I was hoping to meet some people I knew were there, but I never managed to. We had a fun Clarion West get-together, fun dinners, parties, hanging out talk talk talking.
Then the fates gave me nearly a week of normal life again until, when Jim and I were watching Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire dance in Roberta, I suddenly started coughing. Chills and fever followed, and I kept that fever for a week. A week, people! I don't think I've ever had a fever that long before. Luckily the Wednesday was officially a holiday, or I would have burned through five days of sick leave rather than four. Yet another week later I still have a cough from it, but I'm so happy not to have a fever I don't mind. Really, I don't. *Cough, cough*
November is whipping past so fast I can't grab hold of it to make it slow down so I can catch up.
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For my recent listening, reading, and writing adventures, see Les Semaines.
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