| Poem for Tuesday |
[Feb. 22nd, 2005|12:24 am] |
( Perfect )
One of the kids in my older son's carpool has bronchitis, my son has been coughing all day, and now my throat hurts -- this cannot be good. We took it easy today -- went out only to get haircuts (we still take the kids to Cartoon Cuts, and I always get my hair cut with them because there's a woman there who for under $20 gives me a better haircut than any $60+ haircut I've ever gotten). Other than stopping for ice cream, Yankee Candles and to see the fish at the aquarium shop, that was the extent of the excitement for the day.
Otherwise, I did quite a bit of reading, typed up a bunch of O'Brian quotes, watched Horatio Hornblower: Retribution to go with The Mutiny from last night because I seem to be in a slutty fannish mood, wrote up some Trek stuff and produced a few drabbles: "Likeness", for two different challenges, reflections at ![[info]](http://www.deadjournal.com:8080/userinfo.gif) lupin100 and mirrors at snape100; "Somniloquy", for the "caught" challenge at snupin100; and "The Beginning of the Sentence" for the cold challenge at sirius100. And while I'm talking HP, mamadracula drew Madam Hooch, and while I'm talking art, Kim Schultz drew a new Christian Bale.
I'm pretty zotzed and need to go collapse, haven't read any of my flist, will try to catch up tomorrow. In the meantime, some amusing images from the zoo yesterday:
( Why Pandas Don't Rule the World ) |
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