checking off mental lists

Counting down.

Quite busy at work today, virtuously tired this evening. Last-minute trip to chemist went okay (toothpaste, etc); fridge is barer by the evening; clothing got washed earlier this evening and hopefully the stuff which I need to be dry enough to pack will be dry by tomorrow night. (Okay, I'm fairly sure it will, but I have a tendency to speak in cautious terms in case the universe decides to be viciously ironic.)

Last-minute things for tomorrow; Lush, local rpg shop, food, packing, empty bins, check plane/trains, etc.

Trying not to go into happy daydreams at work too much. Mostly succeeding, except when someone actively reminds me I'm about to go on holiday. (Admittedly trying to compose clinical code questions helps keep one grounded.)

Still raining outside.

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My November Guest

My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walks the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so wryly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.

-- Robert Frost

a Hellboy source

( Oh, so that's where Mignola got it from. )

(I'm sure it's been remarked on elsewhere, and probably by Mignola himself, but it's always different when you run into it from another context and spot the resemblance.)

(And yes, I am finding it hard to concentrate this afternoon.)

quick note

Hard day's work. Mostly packed. Think I actually will catch a quick nap before bursting into action tomorrow morning Ungodly Early.

I look forward to seeing those of you I'll be seeing. ;)