Where I bin

[radegund]

A series of disjointed updates:

A cold killed my voice stone dead last Thursday night. A cold, and, it must be acknowledged, three hours of raucous wallpaper-style carol-singing in one of Dublin's poshest department stores. There we were, singing about the poor and mean and lowly amid the Ladies Who Lunch swanning around the Dolce and Whatever. It was somewhat repugnant, as it is every year. And very, very lucrative for the choir (we don't get funding from anywhere: we are constrained to earn our keep).

So by the end of that I was croaking like a herpetologist's nightmare, and went off to our regular Babylon 5 evening in Castle Badger feeling more dead than alive. (How fucking cool is that show? We're just half way through. Watched Point of No Return, Severed Dreams and Ceremonies of Light and Dark last night. We are seeing what olethros means.)

And since then I've missed one chamber choir rehearsal, one church service (and €30, for that matter) and one carol service rehearsal. Also one and a half days of work. And lots of sleep. I have a deep, ticklish cough, which I hate.

On the good side, we had an excellent Kingfisher's Way session with gothwalk, inannajones and olethros on Saturday (I even managed to write down some character history beforehand, which meant that I got into character as never before), and dinner at my parents' on Sunday to celebrate my sister's and cousin's graduations, and somewhere along the way I managed to get the chamber choir programme laid out. I also arrived at work today to find that both of my meetings had been cancelled (Waves of Relief), which gives me an outside chance of getting through the bulk of the week's work by tomorrow (I have Friday and Monday off, because I'm just so decadent). Then I went to tonight's rehearsal, determined to give it the opposite of loads, and found that I could produce an almost tolerable sound through the fug of mucus. (You wanted to hear that, I know.) And then niallm came and picked me up, saving me a walk home in the drizzle.

So things are looking up. And I'll have a grand total of SEVENTEEN DAYS off at Christmas, which is the most I've had consecutively since 1998. Good god. I'm not going to think about that.

And oh yeah, I dreamt that I had telekinetic powers. Started with candle flames, and soon could move small objects like eggs and ornaments with relative ease. Then found that with a little practice I could make quite large objects fly through the air, and bend tree-boughs down to the ground. I thought, "I must post this in my Livejournal - but I'd better make it absolutely convincing, or stephencass won't believe me." Then, in my dream, I woke up, and realised, sadly, that it had all been a dream. But then I discovered that in fact, I did have telekinetic powers. Not the big ostentaious ones in the dream, but the candle flames, and maybe small coins. And I thought, "I must post this in my Livejournal - but I'd better set up a rigorous experiment with the candle flame in an utterly draughtless room, so that stephencass will give my story some credence rather than dismissing it out of hand." Then I woke up, and thought ... well, it's clear what I thought.

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[stephencass.livejournal.com]

I'd better set up a rigorous experiment with the candle flame in an utterly draughtless room, so that stephencass will give my story some credence

[grin] Oh my God -- I've made you internalize the scientific method and peer review as your own personal shade of Francis Bacon! And if I can do it with one, I can do it again and again -- I'm going to save the space program, hurray!