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Another life, another evening spent

After the redhead went to bed, I eventually wound up settling down with a book before the knock at the door arrived. It was figment0, come to check up on me to see if I was all right, as I was not at work. He's not used to the work schedule that leaves me with Thursdays off! I reassured him, shared some of the recent pun battles with him, and then set about taking care of dishes while socializing. That led to working on the stove, and Mr. Overachiever proceeded to get it squeaky-clean, not just the "close enough for Flylady" that I was going for.

While he knocked himself out on the stove (and he's got the same derangement I'm trying to train myself into improving: he'll do just fine cleaning Other People's Stuff, but he won't take care of his own) I attacked the dining room/pantry area. (Earlier, I had removed all the craft items that were in the laundry soap bucket, and got them into some of the drawers that had been emptied.) I moved things from the pantry shelves to inside cupboards. I moved other things from shelf to shelf. The random zip disks got shelved near the CDs. They're not home yet, but at least it's a start. They're old tech, but I'm going to keep them at least for now; I have Plans about getting one of the old boxen up and running with a zip drive on.

The Figment left, and I attacked the box of technological stuff harder. There was only one box in there, and that was an IBM, not a Compaq. My mistake. So we're only an 8-computer household, with seven potentially workable machines and two half-machines, both laptops lacking HD, battery, memory, and probably some more good stuff. The IBM moved onto my bed for a bit, and suddenly some more floor was uncovered. Amazing! I quickly changed that status, and moved the old monitor, the vacuum cleaner, and a bit of random into the clear space. It's quasi-clutter, but the point is, it's different clutter. And that's good.

I proceeded to hang out on IRC, polish my nails, get distinctly tipsy, and mess with my journal's style. I want to do the following: add mini-calendar, hack in a sidebar, give myself the usual fun with free text and such, and keep the whole gradient strip look to it all. At least that. I did poke around somewhat extensively, and got my sonnet in there, rather half-assedly, but it's in there, and that's what counts. That sonnet is going to be dragged around after me, security blanket style, for quite some time.

Things to print out before con: "Slughorns that Teach" (safe for everyone but hcolleen and others who dislike filk, and those who cannot abide Slughorn or HBP in any form). High-Speed Connection. Network Admin Dreaming. Any other random little filks I can think of.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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