Honour Your Inner Magpie

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The world is folded a great many times.
So I was hanging out with a friend, and talk turned to the SCA as it does sometimes, and she was telling me of her (East Coast) days in the Society. Nostalgia ensued. We were trying to decide whether in our copious free time we should try to make it to an event, and in the course of googling around, we found out that dance practice is only about a dozen blocks away from here, should we want to get up to speed on that before attending an event. And then she mentioned Patri du Chat Gris, and then we had to Google a whole bunch more stuff and compare notes, as all sorts of overlaps were discovered with various people each of us knows or knew.

The world is folded a great many times, is all I can say. Surprising things are contiguous. You know what I mean?

Current Mood: croggled and amused

apparently it's one of those days again
I felt a little wobbly, shortly after eleven, so I lay down for what I thought would be a fifteen-minute nap. (And I almost never nap.) Just woke up, and feeling even more wobbly. So while there will be packing in my future, today, there is almost certainly not post office. Tomorrow, then. Sorry, guys.

More sleep tonight. ( Too Much Information regarding a side effect of Crohn's, cut-tagged for your convenience. )

Current Mood: so very not hungry

attempt at someting that will permit progress
I owe everybody e-mail, and I know, and I'm working on it. I'm also working on being able to face food at all today.

So right now, I am going to the workbench for a few minutes. Then trying food again. Then trying e-mail, especially back to the nice person inquiring about the necklaces. Then, if it's a great run through those, I will essay some packing, FTW.

Wish me luck.