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not as young as I used to be
Jun. 28th, 2011 01:24 amAs usual, this country completely fails to be able to cope with hot weather. So nothing new there, then.
(Workplace also failed. The air conditioning existed, but was definitely not equal to the situation. There was much grumbling.)
On a more cheerful note, the coworker who I made the green-with-pink-flowers Dresden Plate quilt for liked it, and everyone else made nice comments about it. So I'm feeling enthused about that, at least.
Too many deadlines to hit.
Looking forward to going down to London on Saturday, but rather hoping the weather will have cooled a bit by then. I also think I need new sandals. The pair from the last couple of years are rather tight and close. I am afraid my feet are larger than they used to be. My ankles, too. In fact, the whole area down there seems less sylph-like than I remember. Sad.
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"Do you know, Watson," said he, "that it is one of the curses of a mind with a turn like mine that I must look at everything with reference to my own special subject. You look at these scattered houses, and you are impressed by their beauty. I look at them, and the only thought which comes to me is a feeling of their isolation and of the impunity with which crime may be committed there."
-- The Adventure of the Copper Beeches, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
(Workplace also failed. The air conditioning existed, but was definitely not equal to the situation. There was much grumbling.)
On a more cheerful note, the coworker who I made the green-with-pink-flowers Dresden Plate quilt for liked it, and everyone else made nice comments about it. So I'm feeling enthused about that, at least.
Too many deadlines to hit.
Looking forward to going down to London on Saturday, but rather hoping the weather will have cooled a bit by then. I also think I need new sandals. The pair from the last couple of years are rather tight and close. I am afraid my feet are larger than they used to be. My ankles, too. In fact, the whole area down there seems less sylph-like than I remember. Sad.
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"Do you know, Watson," said he, "that it is one of the curses of a mind with a turn like mine that I must look at everything with reference to my own special subject. You look at these scattered houses, and you are impressed by their beauty. I look at them, and the only thought which comes to me is a feeling of their isolation and of the impunity with which crime may be committed there."
-- The Adventure of the Copper Beeches, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
