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This has been an extremely tiring week.
There were various presents for departing coworker, including a couple of bottles of wine from different people, so she should at least have an enjoyable weekend. She really liked the earrings I'd made for her, which was nice. She also had a present for me, which was a nice surprise -- a mug with Wonder Woman on it. (Classic style, classic pose, deflecting bullets with her bracelets.) I was really very pleased and had to fight not to sniffle. There were hugs. There was packing up of stuff.
And there was the usual work too, of course.
I have been braindead for most of the evenings this week. I will hope to do better soon. There is a head cold going around, and I think I may have that, which would be at least a bit of an excuse. I'm certainly feeling congested, and the weather (grey, wet, and more grey) is not helping. Worst August ever.
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I would make it a rule to eradicate from my patient any strong personal taste which is not actually a sin, even if it is something quite trivial such as a fondness for country cricket or collecting stamps or drinking cocoa. Such things, I grant you, have nothing of virtue in them, but there is a sort of innocence and humility and self-forgetfulness about them which I distrust. The man who truly and disinterestedly enjoys any one thing in the world, for its own sake, and without caring twopence what other people say about it, is by that very fact forearmed against some of our subtlest modes of attack. You should always try to make the patient abandon the people or food or books he really likes in favour of the 'best' people, the 'right' food, the 'important' books. I have known a human defended from strong temptations to social ambition by a still stronger taste for tripe and onions.
-- The Screwtape Letters, CS Lewis
There were various presents for departing coworker, including a couple of bottles of wine from different people, so she should at least have an enjoyable weekend. She really liked the earrings I'd made for her, which was nice. She also had a present for me, which was a nice surprise -- a mug with Wonder Woman on it. (Classic style, classic pose, deflecting bullets with her bracelets.) I was really very pleased and had to fight not to sniffle. There were hugs. There was packing up of stuff.
And there was the usual work too, of course.
I have been braindead for most of the evenings this week. I will hope to do better soon. There is a head cold going around, and I think I may have that, which would be at least a bit of an excuse. I'm certainly feeling congested, and the weather (grey, wet, and more grey) is not helping. Worst August ever.
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I would make it a rule to eradicate from my patient any strong personal taste which is not actually a sin, even if it is something quite trivial such as a fondness for country cricket or collecting stamps or drinking cocoa. Such things, I grant you, have nothing of virtue in them, but there is a sort of innocence and humility and self-forgetfulness about them which I distrust. The man who truly and disinterestedly enjoys any one thing in the world, for its own sake, and without caring twopence what other people say about it, is by that very fact forearmed against some of our subtlest modes of attack. You should always try to make the patient abandon the people or food or books he really likes in favour of the 'best' people, the 'right' food, the 'important' books. I have known a human defended from strong temptations to social ambition by a still stronger taste for tripe and onions.
-- The Screwtape Letters, CS Lewis
