Bookends
I walked a hundred metres barefoot in the sunshine through the fallen leaves to buy my lunch and a hundred metres back again as I ate it.
It was Riordon's and Plexq's and Sharon's birthday, and we all went out to eat together. And congratulations to Rethought and Ybunny who got married: I wish I had been able to be there.
I am still trying to balance my time between family, sleep, work and code. It has not settled down altogether yet. Also, Ghoti and armada are coming to see us very soon! Yay! We have been tidying up and I spent a lot of Saturday scrubbing floors.
Some links: Test your sexual health knowledge with the use of every kung-fu film stereotype ever (courtesy of the Canadian college of obstetrics, according to whois). Gorey meets Trek. And is this really news? My grandmother used to give my mother one ring on the phone when I was little to tell her she was walking over to her house, and not get charged anything for the call.
Poetry With Marnanel: Hitchhiker asked me for Tarantella by Hilaire Belloc, so there it is. More soon (Neth's is next).
My email has slowly started coming through again, so you can send me things. I suddenly had forty mails in my LiveJournal comments notification folder.
I took the rubbish out in the dark, barefoot through the rain and the thunder.