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Dec. 23rd, 2003 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ann_leckieI've gone all morning feeling like it was Sunday. It's Tuesday, of course, and I couldn't figure out why at first. The Paidhi Kids are home, that's why, and still in their jammies. Usually at least Paidhi Girl would be at school by now, and Paidhi Boy would be in school if it was MWF. Instead they're crawling around on the floor, fighting over the chalkboard, or arguing over who gets to play this. I blame ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hamadryad.
It's cloudy, and rained all night last night, which probably accounts for my sort of foggy, unmotivated state this morning. I need to get off the web and do some actual work, and start thinking about the writing I'm going to do today, when Paidhi Boy goes down for his nap. But I'm feeling very blah. I had a stale bagel for breakfast--Mr. Cameron works with a guy whose second job is at Einstein's, and he got wind of my enjoying a bagel every now and then, so Friday he brings home about four hundred old bagels, the ones that were going to be thrown out. Well, they're good. But they're all sort of staring me in the face, this huge pile of them on the dishwasher. I've had bagels every day for four or five days now, and I'm starting to wish Mr. Cameron's co-worker had been less generous and thoughtful. I've also had warm tea from the thermos--made last night, and the thermos keeps it pretty warm, but it's still not quite like fresh. I buy fewer boxes of tea this way, though.
hamadryad.It's cloudy, and rained all night last night, which probably accounts for my sort of foggy, unmotivated state this morning. I need to get off the web and do some actual work, and start thinking about the writing I'm going to do today, when Paidhi Boy goes down for his nap. But I'm feeling very blah. I had a stale bagel for breakfast--Mr. Cameron works with a guy whose second job is at Einstein's, and he got wind of my enjoying a bagel every now and then, so Friday he brings home about four hundred old bagels, the ones that were going to be thrown out. Well, they're good. But they're all sort of staring me in the face, this huge pile of them on the dishwasher. I've had bagels every day for four or five days now, and I'm starting to wish Mr. Cameron's co-worker had been less generous and thoughtful. I've also had warm tea from the thermos--made last night, and the thermos keeps it pretty warm, but it's still not quite like fresh. I buy fewer boxes of tea this way, though.