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Well, okay, first things first. Off to bed around 1:45, with the alarm set for 6:15. Once again, I couldn't breathe, yet was asleep in under a minute. I continue to be perplexed.
And I've confirmed another medical mystery. I can actually see out of my eye when I first wake up (so it's best to apply eye makeup immediately). But the vision dims within an hour or less. I'm wondering if it's from a naturally dilated pupil upon rising which then adjusts to normal, letting much less light in.
After my brekkie of nanas and a granola bar (quick and easy), I wondered what I should wear. I reminded myself that wearing my long suede jumper was not wise when I was on duty (and more likely to slide down the altar stairs). So I wore my leggings, topped with my sparkly black top, the red slashed silk top and my black wool jacket. Okay, temperature. You're supposed to be almost spring-like. But it wasn't. My driver was early and buzzed. Of course he then drags me out to the extreme east end to pick up an acquaintance also going to church. Le sigh.
I think I did a wonderful pre-service prayer for my team (and happened to be perfectly prescient about Brent's sermon). It was also nice relating to my pewmate JL about how good a week I'd had. And, then, it was time to head home and this driver was early, too. When I got in, John was relaxing. I helped myself to one of the leftover bagels (this one was pumpernickel) and ate it with melted cheddar, along with a sickly tomato and an avocado the consistency of guacamole (one day more and it would have been garbage-bound). After that I relaxed. I needed that.
Later, I got hooked into a spirited revival exchange of comments about![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lgbtfest. Ah ... I may have signed up to co-mod its successor. But I'm glad, because I believe the comm is needed on LJ. But so many hours gone this afternoon. For dinner, John offered me the final bagel, also pumpernickel, and I borrowed some of his salted butter. Well, he'd borrowed a number of my chocolate cupcakes earlier (I guessed correctly that he'd been having a chocolate craving). We have a weird domestic policy. We "borrow" food and then offer full self-disclosure. Yes, we're funny like that.
Something that may or may not fall into the funny category is that the phone rang. And rang. And rang. But John didn't pick up. So I did. Guess. Who. It. Was. Yup ... M. whom John was supposed to have visited on Friday night but hadn't. And hadn't answered the phone over the weekend. So there had been worrying. Anyway I related my latest news. At the mention of my upcoming operation, M insisted I arrange - in advance - for supplementary rehab care (so that I'm not sent home alone when I can't move or take care of myself after the operation). Anyway, we talked for a while. Though it's still weird to be talking, it's less weird.
And, now that I've committed new and unnatural acts on LJ (the new comm), I'm going to waltz over to SLOG to see what I've missed since this morning. I just love to contribute. Well, you already knew I like to yak (either on paper or screen or by speaking, though my voice dries out too much). So, until tomorrow, nighty-night, all.
And I've confirmed another medical mystery. I can actually see out of my eye when I first wake up (so it's best to apply eye makeup immediately). But the vision dims within an hour or less. I'm wondering if it's from a naturally dilated pupil upon rising which then adjusts to normal, letting much less light in.
After my brekkie of nanas and a granola bar (quick and easy), I wondered what I should wear. I reminded myself that wearing my long suede jumper was not wise when I was on duty (and more likely to slide down the altar stairs). So I wore my leggings, topped with my sparkly black top, the red slashed silk top and my black wool jacket. Okay, temperature. You're supposed to be almost spring-like. But it wasn't. My driver was early and buzzed. Of course he then drags me out to the extreme east end to pick up an acquaintance also going to church. Le sigh.
I think I did a wonderful pre-service prayer for my team (and happened to be perfectly prescient about Brent's sermon). It was also nice relating to my pewmate JL about how good a week I'd had. And, then, it was time to head home and this driver was early, too. When I got in, John was relaxing. I helped myself to one of the leftover bagels (this one was pumpernickel) and ate it with melted cheddar, along with a sickly tomato and an avocado the consistency of guacamole (one day more and it would have been garbage-bound). After that I relaxed. I needed that.
Later, I got hooked into a spirited revival exchange of comments about
lgbtfest. Ah ... I may have signed up to co-mod its successor. But I'm glad, because I believe the comm is needed on LJ. But so many hours gone this afternoon. For dinner, John offered me the final bagel, also pumpernickel, and I borrowed some of his salted butter. Well, he'd borrowed a number of my chocolate cupcakes earlier (I guessed correctly that he'd been having a chocolate craving). We have a weird domestic policy. We "borrow" food and then offer full self-disclosure. Yes, we're funny like that.Something that may or may not fall into the funny category is that the phone rang. And rang. And rang. But John didn't pick up. So I did. Guess. Who. It. Was. Yup ... M. whom John was supposed to have visited on Friday night but hadn't. And hadn't answered the phone over the weekend. So there had been worrying. Anyway I related my latest news. At the mention of my upcoming operation, M insisted I arrange - in advance - for supplementary rehab care (so that I'm not sent home alone when I can't move or take care of myself after the operation). Anyway, we talked for a while. Though it's still weird to be talking, it's less weird.
And, now that I've committed new and unnatural acts on LJ (the new comm), I'm going to waltz over to SLOG to see what I've missed since this morning. I just love to contribute. Well, you already knew I like to yak (either on paper or screen or by speaking, though my voice dries out too much). So, until tomorrow, nighty-night, all.
Well, okay, first things first. Off to bed around 1:45, with the alarm set for 6:15. Once again, I couldn't breathe, yet was asleep in under a minute. I continue to be perplexed.
And I've confirmed another medical mystery. I can actually see out of my eye when I first wake up (so it's best to apply eye makeup immediately). But the vision dims within an hour or less. I'm wondering if it's from a naturally dilated pupil upon rising which then adjusts to normal, letting much less light in.
After my brekkie of nanas and a granola bar (quick and easy), I wondered what I should wear. I reminded myself that wearing my long suede jumper was not wise when I was on duty (and more likely to slide down the altar stairs). So I wore my leggings, topped with my sparkly black top, the red slashed silk top and my black wool jacket. Okay, temperature. You're supposed to be almost spring-like. But it wasn't. My driver was early and buzzed. Of course he then drags me out to the extreme east end to pick up an acquaintance also going to church. Le sigh.
I think I did a wonderful pre-service prayer for my team (and happened to be perfectly prescient about Brent's sermon). It was also nice relating to my pewmate JL about how good a week I'd had. And, then, it was time to head home and this driver was early, too. When I got in, John was relaxing. I helped myself to one of the leftover bagels (this one was pumpernickel) and ate it with melted cheddar, along with a sickly tomato and an avocado the consistency of guacamole (one day more and it would have been garbage-bound). After that I relaxed. I needed that.
Later, I got hooked into a spirited revival exchange of comments aboutlgbtfest. Ah ... I may have signed up to co-mod its successor. But I'm glad, because I believe the comm is needed on LJ. But so many hours gone this afternoon. For dinner, John offered me the final bagel, also pumpernickel, and I borrowed some of his salted butter. Well, he'd borrowed a number of my chocolate cupcakes earlier (I guessed correctly that he'd been having a chocolate craving). We have a weird domestic policy. We "borrow" food and then offer full self-disclosure. Yes, we're funny like that.
Something that may or may not fall into the funny category is that the phone rang. And rang. And rang. But John didn't pick up. So I did. Guess. Who. It. Was. Yup ... M. whom John was supposed to have visited on Friday night but hadn't. And hadn't answered the phone over the weekend. So there had been worrying. Anyway I related my latest news. At the mention of my upcoming operation, M insisted I arrange - in advance - for supplementary rehab care (so that I'm not sent home alone when I can't move or take care of myself after the operation). Anyway, we talked for a while. Though it's still weird to be talking, it's less weird.
And, now that I've committed new and unnatural acts on LJ (the new comm), I'm going to waltz over to SLOG to see what I've missed since this morning. I just love to contribute. Well, you already knew I like to yak (either on paper or screen or by speaking, though my voice dries out too much). So, until tomorrow, nighty-night, all.
And I've confirmed another medical mystery. I can actually see out of my eye when I first wake up (so it's best to apply eye makeup immediately). But the vision dims within an hour or less. I'm wondering if it's from a naturally dilated pupil upon rising which then adjusts to normal, letting much less light in.
After my brekkie of nanas and a granola bar (quick and easy), I wondered what I should wear. I reminded myself that wearing my long suede jumper was not wise when I was on duty (and more likely to slide down the altar stairs). So I wore my leggings, topped with my sparkly black top, the red slashed silk top and my black wool jacket. Okay, temperature. You're supposed to be almost spring-like. But it wasn't. My driver was early and buzzed. Of course he then drags me out to the extreme east end to pick up an acquaintance also going to church. Le sigh.
I think I did a wonderful pre-service prayer for my team (and happened to be perfectly prescient about Brent's sermon). It was also nice relating to my pewmate JL about how good a week I'd had. And, then, it was time to head home and this driver was early, too. When I got in, John was relaxing. I helped myself to one of the leftover bagels (this one was pumpernickel) and ate it with melted cheddar, along with a sickly tomato and an avocado the consistency of guacamole (one day more and it would have been garbage-bound). After that I relaxed. I needed that.
Later, I got hooked into a spirited revival exchange of comments about
lgbtfest. Ah ... I may have signed up to co-mod its successor. But I'm glad, because I believe the comm is needed on LJ. But so many hours gone this afternoon. For dinner, John offered me the final bagel, also pumpernickel, and I borrowed some of his salted butter. Well, he'd borrowed a number of my chocolate cupcakes earlier (I guessed correctly that he'd been having a chocolate craving). We have a weird domestic policy. We "borrow" food and then offer full self-disclosure. Yes, we're funny like that.Something that may or may not fall into the funny category is that the phone rang. And rang. And rang. But John didn't pick up. So I did. Guess. Who. It. Was. Yup ... M. whom John was supposed to have visited on Friday night but hadn't. And hadn't answered the phone over the weekend. So there had been worrying. Anyway I related my latest news. At the mention of my upcoming operation, M insisted I arrange - in advance - for supplementary rehab care (so that I'm not sent home alone when I can't move or take care of myself after the operation). Anyway, we talked for a while. Though it's still weird to be talking, it's less weird.
And, now that I've committed new and unnatural acts on LJ (the new comm), I'm going to waltz over to SLOG to see what I've missed since this morning. I just love to contribute. Well, you already knew I like to yak (either on paper or screen or by speaking, though my voice dries out too much). So, until tomorrow, nighty-night, all.
Yes, I know I was busy.
After going to bed around 1 (and I distinctly remember WHEEZING in discomfort), the next thing I knew it was after 8:30. Wow! I'm still unsure as to how I can fall asleep without a proper intake of oxygen. Though I'm finding the after-effects most displeasing (being unable to breathe for most of the morning). So, because of the breathing difficulties, I didn't get around to calling the bank or the nurse. I just ... couldn't.
I had apples for brekkie because it was so late. And, then, my 'shroom and sauerkraut pierogi for lunch. As I knew John would be going out with a friend, I had a lot more time at my disposal ... so I really stretched things out. I managed to have a shower after the dishes were done. And, then, I decided to bake some more chocolate cupcakes, this time with butter i/o oil (and that meant softening the butter). After finding the second oven rack (and washing off cat hair), I managed to bake both pans at the same time. And then it was already after 9:00. ::sighs::
I had a very politicized day. From FB, I protested the stupid new App. What's the App for? An ex-gay group. Just what the world needs. NOT!!! Imagine seeing a commercial I made up in my head:
Anyway, John came back a little while ago and we've been talking away (about all sorts of things, as is our custom). But I need to calm down down and let my dinner (bagel and cheddar and the chocolate cupcake rejects) digest properly. And check out whatever's been happening on LJ.
Oh, right. That's not all. I rewatched this week's Glee (squeeeeee) and then made the icon. Alas, I just can't get the hang of Paint (I so miss my Jasc); but at least I managed to play with the brightness to lighten the background and make Kurt's skin luminous. Semi yays for me. Okay, I go now but I promise to return tomorrow. ::giggles::
After going to bed around 1 (and I distinctly remember WHEEZING in discomfort), the next thing I knew it was after 8:30. Wow! I'm still unsure as to how I can fall asleep without a proper intake of oxygen. Though I'm finding the after-effects most displeasing (being unable to breathe for most of the morning). So, because of the breathing difficulties, I didn't get around to calling the bank or the nurse. I just ... couldn't.
I had apples for brekkie because it was so late. And, then, my 'shroom and sauerkraut pierogi for lunch. As I knew John would be going out with a friend, I had a lot more time at my disposal ... so I really stretched things out. I managed to have a shower after the dishes were done. And, then, I decided to bake some more chocolate cupcakes, this time with butter i/o oil (and that meant softening the butter). After finding the second oven rack (and washing off cat hair), I managed to bake both pans at the same time. And then it was already after 9:00. ::sighs::
I had a very politicized day. From FB, I protested the stupid new App. What's the App for? An ex-gay group. Just what the world needs. NOT!!! Imagine seeing a commercial I made up in my head:
Well, that was just the start to insanity. I made several comments on SLOG and Savage Love, including Ann Coulter (imagine there was a time when I didn't know WHO she was) talking about all the benefits of radiation; also the IRS getting into women's medical insurance claims (about a hot topic in the U.S. that I don't want to talk about here) so I just went ahead (mighty bossy of me) and invited ALL autonomous and intelligent women to just emigrate to Canada already (ahead of the insidious spread of an Atwood-style theocracy) as well as a run-of-the-mill immature person seeking Dan's advice. And more stuff like that.
Want hate? There's an App for that!
Anyway, John came back a little while ago and we've been talking away (about all sorts of things, as is our custom). But I need to calm down down and let my dinner (bagel and cheddar and the chocolate cupcake rejects) digest properly. And check out whatever's been happening on LJ.
Oh, right. That's not all. I rewatched this week's Glee (squeeeeee) and then made the icon. Alas, I just can't get the hang of Paint (I so miss my Jasc); but at least I managed to play with the brightness to lighten the background and make Kurt's skin luminous. Semi yays for me. Okay, I go now but I promise to return tomorrow. ::giggles::
Tags:
- canada rocks,
- chosen family,
- food,
- icon,
- life,
- political,
- slash,
- squee,
- tv
Yes, I know I was busy.
After going to bed around 1 (and I distinctly remember WHEEZING in discomfort), the next thing I knew it was after 8:30. Wow! I'm still unsure as to how I can fall asleep without a proper intake of oxygen. Though I'm finding the after-effects most displeasing (being unable to breathe for most of the morning). So, because of the breathing difficulties, I didn't get around to calling the bank or the nurse. I just ... couldn't.
I had apples for brekkie because it was so late. And, then, my 'shroom and sauerkraut pierogi for lunch. As I knew John would be going out with a friend, I had a lot more time at my disposal ... so I really stretched things out. I managed to have a shower after the dishes were done. And, then, I decided to bake some more chocolate cupcakes, this time with butter i/o oil (and that meant softening the butter). After finding the second oven rack (and washing off cat hair), I managed to bake both pans at the same time. And then it was already after 9:00. ::sighs::
I had a very politicized day. From FB, I protested the stupid new App. What's the App for? An ex-gay group. Just what the world needs. NOT!!! Imagine seeing a commercial I made up in my head:
Anyway, John came back a little while ago and we've been talking away (about all sorts of things, as is our custom). But I need to calm down down and let my dinner (bagel and cheddar and the chocolate cupcake rejects) digest properly. And check out whatever's been happening on LJ.
Oh, right. That's not all. I rewatched this week's Glee (squeeeeee) and then made the icon. Alas, I just can't get the hang of Paint (I so miss my Jasc); but at least I managed to play with the brightness to lighten the background and make Kurt's skin luminous. Semi yays for me. Okay, I go now but I promise to return tomorrow. ::giggles::
After going to bed around 1 (and I distinctly remember WHEEZING in discomfort), the next thing I knew it was after 8:30. Wow! I'm still unsure as to how I can fall asleep without a proper intake of oxygen. Though I'm finding the after-effects most displeasing (being unable to breathe for most of the morning). So, because of the breathing difficulties, I didn't get around to calling the bank or the nurse. I just ... couldn't.
I had apples for brekkie because it was so late. And, then, my 'shroom and sauerkraut pierogi for lunch. As I knew John would be going out with a friend, I had a lot more time at my disposal ... so I really stretched things out. I managed to have a shower after the dishes were done. And, then, I decided to bake some more chocolate cupcakes, this time with butter i/o oil (and that meant softening the butter). After finding the second oven rack (and washing off cat hair), I managed to bake both pans at the same time. And then it was already after 9:00. ::sighs::
I had a very politicized day. From FB, I protested the stupid new App. What's the App for? An ex-gay group. Just what the world needs. NOT!!! Imagine seeing a commercial I made up in my head:
Well, that was just the start to insanity. I made several comments on SLOG and Savage Love, including Ann Coulter (imagine there was a time when I didn't know WHO she was) talking about all the benefits of radiation; also the IRS getting into women's medical insurance claims (about a hot topic in the U.S. that I don't want to talk about here) so I just went ahead (mighty bossy of me) and invited ALL autonomous and intelligent women to just emigrate to Canada already (ahead of the insidious spread of an Atwood-style theocracy) as well as a run-of-the-mill immature person seeking Dan's advice. And more stuff like that.
Want hate? There's an App for that!
Anyway, John came back a little while ago and we've been talking away (about all sorts of things, as is our custom). But I need to calm down down and let my dinner (bagel and cheddar and the chocolate cupcake rejects) digest properly. And check out whatever's been happening on LJ.
Oh, right. That's not all. I rewatched this week's Glee (squeeeeee) and then made the icon. Alas, I just can't get the hang of Paint (I so miss my Jasc); but at least I managed to play with the brightness to lighten the background and make Kurt's skin luminous. Semi yays for me. Okay, I go now but I promise to return tomorrow. ::giggles::
Tags:
- canada rocks,
- chosen family,
- food,
- icon,
- life,
- political,
- slash,
- squee,
- tv
Well, I guess this is my third and last fic for today.
TITLE: "Redemption"
AUTHOR: Helena K.
RATING: FRAO
PAIRING: Giles/?
DEDICATION: To M. who gives meaning to my life.
WARNING: M/M slash; auto-erotica (not the predictable interpretation); a tragic story, but not necessarily a sad one.
SUMMARY: How far can Giles fall.
TIMELINE: Post Chosen, 2007, real time
NOTE: "Speech"
Emphasis in thought or speech
//Thought//
DISCLAIMER: The characters belong to Joss and a whole bunch of alphabetical entities. I know the Polish alphabet. Not the same thing. Not for profit, just fun.
FEEDBACK: Lay it on me, but without any condemnation!
DISTRIBUTION: Posted tosummer_of_giles and my LJ; anybody else, please ask.
( Read more... )
TITLE: "Redemption"
AUTHOR: Helena K.
RATING: FRAO
PAIRING: Giles/?
DEDICATION: To M. who gives meaning to my life.
WARNING: M/M slash; auto-erotica (not the predictable interpretation); a tragic story, but not necessarily a sad one.
SUMMARY: How far can Giles fall.
TIMELINE: Post Chosen, 2007, real time
NOTE: "Speech"
Emphasis in thought or speech
//Thought//
DISCLAIMER: The characters belong to Joss and a whole bunch of alphabetical entities. I know the Polish alphabet. Not the same thing. Not for profit, just fun.
FEEDBACK: Lay it on me, but without any condemnation!
DISTRIBUTION: Posted to
summer_of_giles and my LJ; anybody else, please ask.( Read more... )
Well, I guess this is my third and last fic for today.
TITLE: "Redemption"
AUTHOR: Helena K.
RATING: FRAO
PAIRING: Giles/?
DEDICATION: To M. who gives meaning to my life.
WARNING: M/M slash; auto-erotica (not the predictable interpretation); a tragic story, but not necessarily a sad one.
SUMMARY: How far can Giles fall.
TIMELINE: Post Chosen, 2007, real time
NOTE: "Speech"
Emphasis in thought or speech
//Thought//
DISCLAIMER: The characters belong to Joss and a whole bunch of alphabetical entities. I know the Polish alphabet. Not the same thing. Not for profit, just fun.
FEEDBACK: Lay it on me, but without any condemnation!
DISTRIBUTION: Posted tosummer_of_giles and my LJ; anybody else, please ask.
( Read more... )
TITLE: "Redemption"
AUTHOR: Helena K.
RATING: FRAO
PAIRING: Giles/?
DEDICATION: To M. who gives meaning to my life.
WARNING: M/M slash; auto-erotica (not the predictable interpretation); a tragic story, but not necessarily a sad one.
SUMMARY: How far can Giles fall.
TIMELINE: Post Chosen, 2007, real time
NOTE: "Speech"
Emphasis in thought or speech
//Thought//
DISCLAIMER: The characters belong to Joss and a whole bunch of alphabetical entities. I know the Polish alphabet. Not the same thing. Not for profit, just fun.
FEEDBACK: Lay it on me, but without any condemnation!
DISTRIBUTION: Posted to
summer_of_giles and my LJ; anybody else, please ask.( Read more... )
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Oops, backwards here. My first fic today.
TITLE: "Blade"
AUTHOR: Helena K.
RATING: FRAO
PAIRING: Giles/Davies (OMC; a Davies!Verse fic)
DEDICATION: To Daddy ... for memories of intense pleasure.
WARNING: M/M slash, kink
SUMMARY: It's hot. So hot. How is Giles coping? Almost a PWP.
TIMELINE: Post Chosen, 2007, real time
NOTE: "Speech"
Emphasis in thought or speech
//Thought//
DISCLAIMER: The characters belong to Joss and a whole bunch of alphabetical entities. I know the Polish alphabet. Not the same thing. Not for profit, just fun.
FEEDBACK: Lay it on me, but keep it cool!
DISTRIBUTION: Posted tosummer_of_giles and my LJ; anybody else, please ask.
( Read more... )
TITLE: "Blade"
AUTHOR: Helena K.
RATING: FRAO
PAIRING: Giles/Davies (OMC; a Davies!Verse fic)
DEDICATION: To Daddy ... for memories of intense pleasure.
WARNING: M/M slash, kink
SUMMARY: It's hot. So hot. How is Giles coping? Almost a PWP.
TIMELINE: Post Chosen, 2007, real time
NOTE: "Speech"
Emphasis in thought or speech
//Thought//
DISCLAIMER: The characters belong to Joss and a whole bunch of alphabetical entities. I know the Polish alphabet. Not the same thing. Not for profit, just fun.
FEEDBACK: Lay it on me, but keep it cool!
DISTRIBUTION: Posted to
summer_of_giles and my LJ; anybody else, please ask.( Read more... )
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