Finally reading "Mirror of Maybe". I'd intended to hit bed at ten.
Only in context is Dumbledore saying "Sexual harrassment is a very serious problem in the workplace" screamingly hilarious.
Hot. Way too hot. Apartment complex cooling system still not on. LF being obnoxious and thinking it's funny by repeating everything people say. "Because I'm a goofball!" he explained.
Whee for class. Went to class. Sandstrom was subbing. I was late thanks to staying up too late and also traffic -- the corner traffic light was out (has been out since yesterday afternoon) but class hadn't yet started.
I think I mentioned Bambi from a few tri ago. She's back. She's enthusiastic, ex-Army, and slightly obnoxious. OK, perhaps more than slightly. And she's in this class. Whoo boy.
But she's sweet.
My right knee has decided that it does not approve of this little scheme of mine, this "walking a lot every day" thing, especially the "walking quickly" bits. It's been clicking some, and aching, from "I just kinda feel funny" to "I can still walk but I'd appreciate knowing where my cat hid my walking stick."
Sadly, it's a bit of a catch-22 situation. As I'm relatively heavy, my knee is rebelling, but I won't reduce the load on the knee unless I walk enough to make a difference. Which I have been, despite the knee. It's in the category of "minor recurring annoyance", not "major crippling thing" as my foot injury was last summer (which was very bad for me, physically, since I couldn't walk, and I rely on walking to keep me healthy as well as for transportation). I intend to be sensible, though, and not go out of my way to do things to piss my knee off.
A few seconds on the phone are not half enough, but hearing his voice is better than nothing. Far, far better than nothing.
When did the man learn how to purr?
I was just out getting a few things (including lunch) and it's a typical Arizona spring day out there. That is to say: Hot, hot, and getting hotter. 86°F and 15% humidity. I'm, again, in all black, with a wide black wool felt hat.
I was pondering, before I went out and more as I walked, the thought of taking up wearing a veil when out of doors for extended lengths of time. I would probably want to cover a good deal of my hair as well as my face from the nose down to enough past the neck of my shirts to make sure there were no gaps.
I've been wearing clothes that are far more covering lately, for sun, mostly, but also somewhat for modesty. It's my own choice. I'll post photos of my cleavage and sex toys on the web, but I sometimes prefer to not show much skin at all when walking around town. A less immediate audience is better for me, perhaps. It's very hot, and I do get very sticky, especially in humidity, but I would also get hot and sticky, and sunburned, without being covered, and when I wear sunscreen, enough to make a difference, I tend to wind up more sticky, itchy, and quite often breaking out.
I think I'd like wearing a veil when outside. It suits my preference for extreme changes, and I've got a very good reason -- I'm hiding from the sun.
After nearly a full day of being on the blink, the traffic light on the corner is now in working order. There were tremendous lines of cars, but strangely, no honking, no accidents, no motorist fury. A few cars tried to cut around, but they were thwarted by the lack of connection between parking lots.
Pedestrians had it the worst. A few cars at a time would go, and left-turning cars even got their chance. Pedestrians had to wait until cars going through their path had ceased to go, and dash across with the parallel cars, and avoid getting hit by the next bunch of oncoming cars. Someone in a wheelchair or scooter would have had a hellish time of it. I had a bad time with the Little Fayoumis.
I'm glad it's working again now. I was contempating detouring perhaps half an hour out of our way just to cross at another light, if this kept up until I had to pick up the Little Fayoumis from school today in a few minutes here.