a petit day out
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jazzfishClasses are done for the term. I have almost certainly maintained my 85% average, which is lower than I'd like but understandable and acceptable. Then over the weekend I had a bit of a depressive crash but managed to pull myself out of it. Or rather wait it out, it was pretty clearly triggered by external factors like "reading over my journal from early-vancouver when i was, in fact, Really Depressed and Unhappy and mostly not admitting it except for when it all boiled over". Sunday was a nothing-day but by Monday lunchtime I was more or less back to normal. Yay for being able to recognise things like that and to take the time to just roll with them.
Today I went into town to accomplish a variety of errands. Got a replacement CPAP mask since the previous aftermarket one tore (and was not actually any cheaper, either; going with name-brand from now on). Got my eyes checked, and my prescription is slightly worse, as usual. More significantly this prescription includes bifocals since reading small print like on game cards has become "remove the glasses and hold it up at my nose" difficult. All told I'm out over twelve hundred for those, because my glasses are stupid expensive and I am willing to pay to have someone take care of fitting the frames etc for me. Oh well. Not like I'm running on limited funds here or anything.
I've also mostly accomplished xmas shopping: couple last things, and then box them up and send them home. I don't -think- I'm repeating xmas gifts to my cousins. It's possible, I don't remember what I got them last year, but it's not too likely. I don't think. Eh, I guess we'll see.
Reading has been a bit difficult this last month. It was something of an unexpected delight to start on Susanna Clarke's Piranesi last night, and devour most of it over the course of today. It's not Strange & Norrell, it's ... I was going to say less baroque and that's maybe a little true but mostly it's differently baroque. It's also exactly the sort of thing I like, done quite well: a person trapped(?) in a mythic(?) surrealist-allegorical(?) landscape, with limited knowledge of how they got there or what they're doing. It concerns itself with questions of knowledge and identity, while building an internally consistent and coherent world and using that world to reflect on the "real" world within the novel and on the world outside the novel. The narrator is an enjoyable person to spend time with, too, which helps.
Once my errands were done, I wandered over to a bakery and got a London Fog and a couple of pastries, and sat outside with my book. I should do that more often. It makes me happy.
Today I went into town to accomplish a variety of errands. Got a replacement CPAP mask since the previous aftermarket one tore (and was not actually any cheaper, either; going with name-brand from now on). Got my eyes checked, and my prescription is slightly worse, as usual. More significantly this prescription includes bifocals since reading small print like on game cards has become "remove the glasses and hold it up at my nose" difficult. All told I'm out over twelve hundred for those, because my glasses are stupid expensive and I am willing to pay to have someone take care of fitting the frames etc for me. Oh well. Not like I'm running on limited funds here or anything.
I've also mostly accomplished xmas shopping: couple last things, and then box them up and send them home. I don't -think- I'm repeating xmas gifts to my cousins. It's possible, I don't remember what I got them last year, but it's not too likely. I don't think. Eh, I guess we'll see.
Reading has been a bit difficult this last month. It was something of an unexpected delight to start on Susanna Clarke's Piranesi last night, and devour most of it over the course of today. It's not Strange & Norrell, it's ... I was going to say less baroque and that's maybe a little true but mostly it's differently baroque. It's also exactly the sort of thing I like, done quite well: a person trapped(?) in a mythic(?) surrealist-allegorical(?) landscape, with limited knowledge of how they got there or what they're doing. It concerns itself with questions of knowledge and identity, while building an internally consistent and coherent world and using that world to reflect on the "real" world within the novel and on the world outside the novel. The narrator is an enjoyable person to spend time with, too, which helps.
Once my errands were done, I wandered over to a bakery and got a London Fog and a couple of pastries, and sat outside with my book. I should do that more often. It makes me happy.
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