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I've spent a lot of time this year reading mid-century (as in last century) mystery novels. This week: yet another instance of a detective describing a criminal as "groovy", as in "having a consistent MO". That's the second time I've seen that, so I gather that was a perfectly cromulent usage. Also, in a book from 1949: the idea that a young woman wearing pyjamas was, if not outrageous, slightly unusual.

Supermarket update: the toilet paper supply is fine, as it has been for months, but the tinned fruit shelves are empty, Alistair's favourite treat, Party Mix, is unavailable, and there is a four-per-shopper limit on lobsters.

This week's Friday Five is about weather (ETA: for the City by the Sea):

1. How much rain do you get as a yearly average?
According to the Bureau of Meteorology site, it's 892.7mm (about 35 inches for the imperially-minded).

2. How much snow do you get as a yearly average?
Not a single flake. Plenty of hail. And wind. So much wind. But no snow. Ask me about humidity instead, because that's on the BoM site: our average relative humidity is 73%.

3. Too much sun or not enough?
Too much at the height of summer; probably just enough the rest of the year. (Oh, the BoM site has that too: average annual daily sun hours is 2,330.)

4. When was the last time you looked for shapes in the clouds?
That's not something I do, although I do like looking at clouds.

5. What was the worst weather event to hit your area in recent years?
We had a one-in-fifty year flood in October.
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Heatwave and fires further north, but here in the City by the Sea we seem to be in our own little magic weather kingdom. Storms. Lashing rain and howling winds. All that jazz. My shutters blew open three times last night.

It stopped raining long enough this morning to go to the farmers' market to get bread. Later, a trip to the shopping centre - my mother's yoga class is re-starting next week, and she wanted a new blanket for the resting period (she had a blanket, but during lockdown Alistair has claimed it). I haven't been to the shopping centre in the middle of the day for months. So many people. So many noises. So many lights.

I'm watching The Holiday, the film in which Kate Winslet and Cameron Diaz swap homes for Christmas. It's mindless fun, but Kate has just boarded a plane and they're all packed in their seats and breathing on each other and I feel so anxious watching it. I can't really blame a fourteen-year-old film for not considering that people might watch it in a pandemic fourteen years later.
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(That is quite the cure-all.)

This time last week I was itching to get out. This week: not so much. We've had three days of window-rattling, brain-hurting, howling gales. I took Alistair out before, at his insistence. Once out, he put his ears down flat and ran up every tree in a wind-induced mania.

Tonight I braved the elements to pick up what has become our regular fortnightly restaurant takeaway. Tonight we decided to order from a traditional bistro, having classic chicken Kievs and roast vegetables; good, but not as good as the gourmet pizzas from last fortnight. (I haven't yet had the warm chocolate fudge brownie for dessert, but it smells amazing.) The restaurant was interesting: it's all takeaway and delivery now, so they've pushed all the tables to the centre of the room with the chairs on top, and taken all the pictures and mirrors off the wall and leant them against the tables. Maybe they're planning to paint?

April books read

Knitting ate into a lot of my reading time this month.

* Around the World in 80 Trees - Jonathan Drori (2018) ★ ★ ★ ★
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* The Thirteen Clocks - James Thurber (1950) ★ ★ ★
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I survived my first week at New Job. They seem nice. I think I'll go back next week.

On Tuesday, I had a message from Old Job (meaning, the one I've just left), saying there was a parcel for me. I went round there during my lunch break and found that the Newcastle office had sent me a leaving gift. I mean, I knew they had - it was a ticket office gift certificate sent as a PDF. But the hard copy also included a card and a llama-themed stationery set (journal, pen, bookmark). So that was nice.

I also heard all the news that had happened since I was last in the office three days earlier. Apparently one of the accounts officers in Newcastle was hospitalised over the weekend after "talking gibberish". Her family thought she might have had a stroke, but it turned out to be a brain tumour. She only turned forty last year. In hindsight, though, she had been behaving slightly out of character in the last few months. Just a bit... flaky. Couldn't stick to a task for long. Nothing that would make you wonder if something was wrong, but it makes sense now.

They sent me an update a couple of days later to say it was a benign tumour to be removed next week. Which is mixed news, I suppose: you don't want a brain tumour, but if you've got to have one, best it be benign.

Anyway, assuming it all works out okay, she'll be off work for at least a month. I've gone, and the other people made redundant wind up next week. We're meant to be replaced by people in Newcastle, but they haven't even placed the position vacant ads yet. So suddenly the finance team of six is down to two. I feel so bad for them. But also: glad I'm not one of the two left.

Wednesday we had the weirdest fog all day. Haze from the fires, and a sea mist that rolled in. The air was thick and white and smelled of smoke and seaweed.

On Friday I had training in New Job's record-keeping system in the computer room, which turned out to be in the old Post Office next to the council building. The council took over the old Post Office building a few years ago when the new Post Office opened. I had to go up a grand Victorian-era wooden staircase to a warren of dark wood-panelled rooms. Back home, I told my mother I had to go upstairs in the old Post Office to all these little rooms, which were more like rooms in a house than offices. "Oh, they were," she said. "There used to be a boarding house above the Post Office, we had lots of District Nursing patients there over the years." Strange to think of my mother and I being in the same room so many years apart for such different reasons.
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Sunday, being 30 June, is the last day of Australia's financial year, which means in practice that tomorrow is really the last day. I'm feeling anxious about next week, which is layered with all sorts of things happening at once: year end, pay week, colleagues away. And only tomorrow left to prepare.

I generally feel too hot rather than too cold, so I don't need to bother much with keeping warm, but during the cold snap last week — a proper cold snap: the milk froze in the fridge! — I bought myself a wheat pack. It goes in a cover that looks like a fox, so it's very cute, but more to the point: the foot of the bed is warm! It's the best. Why did nobody tell me?

Well, someone did, I suppose. The late Miss Pink had one for her old bones. Just the thing for old cats, apparently. Not for young ones: Alistair prefers to attack the fox cover and gnaw on its ears.
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Winter has properly started and it looks it. Winter here isn't like Christmas card winter, all white and glittering. It's green and brown and smudgy grey.

There was a story on the news tonight about the winter solstice swim in Hobart, much, much further south than here. Two thousand people swimming nude to celebrate the winter, including one lady who is 92. I hope I'm that spry at her age, even if I give the nude swimming a miss.

I started knitting my cowl this afternoon. When I was little, watching my grandmother knit, I would dig in her knitting bag — turquoise with a jacquard print and white trim — and find some spare needles and a little ball of wall and knit along. I could do a loop to get started, but then it was more like tossing noodles with chopsticks, with me waving the needles and wrapping wool around them and being baffled that I didn't have anything that looked like her knitting.

That's what I felt like again today, following the provisional cast-on, new to me, specified by the pattern. I had my ball of wool. I had my waste ball of wool. I had one needle. I twiddled that needle under the wool and over the waste and under the wool. I had... nothing like a stitch that could be knitted. It took ages and several YouTube videos to get it done. All that effort for only fifty-four stitches.

I have now knitted two rows.
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I'm so glad this week is nearly over, f-list. It's been one thing after another. Which is how things normally happen, I suppose, but there does seem to have been a lot of them this week and all of varying degrees of stressfulness.

Monday to Wednesday we had a storm. Three days of bone-slicing wind and pounding hail, just to give everything an apocalyptic air.

Alistair had his annual vaccination last Friday, which always knocks him flat. He's all right now, I should say, but he spent four days sleeping, not eating or drinking, and generally looking sorry for himself. He's such a chatterbox, it's just not right to have him silent for four days. "I never thought I'd miss that racket," said my mother, "but the quiet is unnerving." I'm now expecting his whiskers to fall out, which is what happens whenever he gets stressed.

Monday afternoon my boss, who is in a different state to me, called to say he and the powers that be had decided not to renew the contract of one of my accounts officers when it finishes at the end of June. Nothing to do with his work, but restructuring. My boss said he'd do the deed, but I said i thought I should be there. So I had a sleepless night on Monday and felt sick all Tuesday until it finally happened. Not to make it all about me — it was far worse for the accounts assistant — but it was upsetting on a number of levels, from having to let go someone who does good work and whom I really like, to feeling let down by the powers that be. (I would have more to say about this, but in light of my company's policy on not talking about work on social media, just imagine me making a Marge Simpson grumble at the situation.)

I've spent all week trying to track down an EFTPOS banking terminal that was supposed to be delivered to a new shop that my work is opening in a town in another state. I called the bank to ask why it hadn't been delivered by the due date, and the guy said, "Oh, our system shows the courier tried to deliver it at seven a.m. on the day, but left as there was no-one there." Well, of course there wasn't. And what had they done with it then? Well... no-one could tell me. For four days! This one little EFTPOS machine was being driven around rural New South Wales and no-one knew where it was. Anyway, it turned up at the shop at ten this morning, which, as I said to shop manager when she rang to tell me, was legitimately the best news I had all week.

At home, I received an email on Wednesday that a parcel I was expecting had been delivered and "left in a safe space". Not my letterbox. Not the electricity meter box. Not at the back door. Even in the most idyllic weather, my front step couldn't be described as a safe space for a parcel, but this week, if any courier had been silly enough to leave it there, it would have been blown five streets away. So I looked online to see what to do about missing parcels and found Australia Post's definitions page, which defines "delivered" as: Great news, your parcel has been 'delivered'! I mean, yes. It was "delivered".

And my favourite work shoes have worn inners, so this afternoon I went and bought some new ones. They're quite cheerful, I suppose, so maybe things are looking up — but I think I've earned a lie-in tomorrow morning.
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This week: I had my eye appointment. The woman I saw (ha) last time is on maternity leave, so I had to see (ha) a different chap. He was all right. Very chatty. He was excited to discover that we are almost prescription twins. Right from the off, he was talking about multi-focals. He said my age is about the time women start needing reading glasses. I said I don't need reading glasses yet. He said we'll see (ha). He seemed a bit disappointed to discover I was right.

Anyway, new prescription. I've gone backwards this time, back to where I was a few years ago. I picked new frames too. Turquoise, slightly cat's eye-shaped. I'll get them in a couple of weeks.

This weekend is the Australia Day long weekend, which is when I usually go to a big second-hand book fair in Port Fairy. This year, I work for the organisation that runs the book fair. Thursday, the hottest day of the year (and when I say hottest, I mean HOTTEST), saw me driving supplies to Port Fairy and spending a couple of hours unpacking boxes of books. It was hot. So very hot. I really can't overstate how hot it was. It was heat like a blunt force object. Or 43.2C (109.8F). Manual labour in stifling heat is not something that often troubles accountants. I was assigned the popular fiction boxes. Sophie Kinsella and Marion Keyes pretty much had a table to themselves. My presence was not actually required to run the book fair on Saturday, but I went anyway, to show support. Also to go to the book fair.

My mother came back from her nursing trainees' reunion with the news that her friend Colleen had found a "three-metre tiger snake" in her letterbox. I mean, Wikipedia says they usually only grow to 1.2 metres, so three might be an exaggeration (and really, who can blame Colleen for not stopping to measure it?), but whatever the length, it's not something I'd want to find when I went to collect the mail.
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It is HOT, f-list. I'm not ready for hot yet.

Working full-time has really cut into my reading time, hmph.

October books read

* Spinning Silver - Naomi Novik (2018) ★ ★ ★ ★;
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* The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle - Stuart Turton (2018) ★ ★ ★
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This week:

1. I did a day of work, a WHOLE DAY, and I was exhausted. My eyes in particular.

2. My once-and-current workplace continues to be a bit, let's say, odd. I am glad I am more or less out of it. Although I do enjoy going back and taking notes and wondering how it could be written. If I ever produce the Great Dysfunctional Office Novel, I will owe them all a huge debt of gratitude.

3. They still have the spam collector, so I am adding to my list of subject lines.

4. Quiz night has resumed for the year. We are now called The Young and the Exes, because we are made up of the two youngest staff members and three ex-employees (plus a couple of family members, who don't get mentioned in the name). This week we came second, our best ever result. We won a voucher for a family pizza, which we will use next week.

5. My job interview for a different, proper job seemed to go okay. I was supposed to be interviewed by the recruiter as well as the CEO and a fellow staff member, but the CEO had some sort of family emergency crop up so it was just the recruiter. Which worked out well, I think, because the smaller the number of people I have to talk to, the more coherent I am. So we chatted for about forty-five minutes on Monday; he told me that he had other interviews set for Wednesday and Thursday, and that once the CEO was back (probably next week) he will be in touch to say what happens next (either an interview with the CEO or a rejection).

6. I think in my last entry I said the season had taken a welcome turn to the autumnal, but over the last couple of days the weather has decided it wasn't ready to fully engage in autumn just yet, all "haha, now I will be STEAMY!" And it is unpleasant.

Scrapbook

Nov. 14th, 2017 04:00 pm
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I planned to write about what a delightful time of year this is. End of winter citrus season, start of summer stone fruit season. Mandarins and nectarines, my two favourite fruits, in my fruit bowl at the same time. What could be better?

Only today, spring decided to do a bit of a sneak preview of summer, and the 43°C (109°F) in my back garden was not delightful at all. AT ALL. Tomorrow is supposed to be 22°C (72°F), and Thursday 16°C (60°F). Make up your mind, spring.

Too hot and not adjusted to it, I spent the afternoon flaked out on the sofa watching an old episode of Vera. And that is how I came to see an advertisement for... well, this:



There is a lot to unpack there. Not least: what is she eating to make it doughnut-shaped?

After Vera, a repeat of Grand Designs, in which the couple building the house budgeted for £800,000 and came in at £2.3 million. They were a particularly irritating couple. And very bad at budgeting. I mean, at some point, you'd just get cheaper taps, wouldn't you?
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Today was forecast to be 32°C. It felt hotter than that, so I went to look at the little weather station on the kitchen bench, and it agreed that it was considerably hotter:

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That's 50.4°C/122°F (or 323°K, according to the converter I just googled). Over-egging it just a bit )

It's a slightly grim old world we're in just now, so here is something nice: baby echidnas are called puggles and this is what they look like.

I haven't written any entries in the last week or so as I've had a sore foot. That doesn't seem like something that should stop me typing, but there you go.
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Today I found out that when the Bureau of Meteorology predicts showers, it means precipitation from a cumulus cloud. Nothing to do with length and severity, which is what I thought. Rain is precipitation from a stratiform cloud. The things you learn.

Today I brought out the ladder and looked at the top shelf of my wardrobe. The top shelf! There is stuff up there since my mother bought this house over twenty years ago. Case in point: an ancient weekend travel bag. I dragged that down to add it to the pile of stuff for charity. But what's this? It was full! I opened it with trepidation: three stuffed toys. That must have been how I carried them in all those years ago. I added them to the charity pile.

That was difficult. I am not a huge fan of stuffed toys, but things with eyes looking at me give me the guilts. I couldn't shut them back in the bag, obviously. They might suffocate. So they sat in their bag like an open-topped convertible and I felt terrible. Then my mother came home and said, "Oh, charity shops will love them, Jan buys them in bulk." Her friend Jan is seventy. What does she do with bulk numbers of stuffed toys? "She buys them for the dogs to rip apart." Oh dear lord. This is too much for the nerves. I'll be glad when I get them out of the house tomorrow. (One of them is a koala that has a joey in its pouch. Going to a dog. I'm traumatised just thinking about that.)

October books read

* Do Not Say We Have Nothing - Madeleine Thien (2016) ★ ★ ★ ★
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* All That Man Is - David Szalay (2016) ★ ★ ★
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* Hot Milk - Deborah Levy (2016) ★ ★
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* Many A True Word - Richard Anthony Baker (2013) ★ ★ ★
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Hello, f-list. I burnt the dinner. I was cooking mince to make a pasta sauce and forgot to set the timer and, long story short, I am now full of takeaway lemon chicken.

What has been happening? The other day was apparently the City by the Sea's coldest day on record. So that was fun. And cold. I went for a drive along the beach road. Yellow sun, black sky, aqua sea.

A few days late, but here is Sunday's knitting photo:
The thing about knitting sleeves in the round is that you can model them yourself )

I've had a note to do this for ages, so why not today? My walk home (or rather, between work and where my car is parked), in sound.

Quiet hum of office work, fading.
Distant hum of traffic getting louder.
"...screen dump. If I give it to the solicitor he puts it in the affadavit..."
Hard heels on a footpath.
Bus idling.
"... and, like, the Tyrells were all in there..."
A ball bouncing on a wall. Children laughing. Running footsteps.
Passing cars.
Thump and shimmer of a drum kit.
[shouted] "Yeah, see ya."
Footsteps crunching on gravel.
Jangle of car keys. Blip of a car lock. Clump of car door.
More cars passing. Trucks passing.
Slow beeps of the red traffic light man.
Birds tweeting.
Fast beeps of the green traffic light man.
Scuffling in a bag and the zip of the lock.
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All the winds of the earth. It is particularly windy around southern Australia at the moment, although I can tell that without looking at that page. The local paper today described our weather as 'an arctic blast'. Arctic. I ask you. They have obviously failed to notice the large, icy landmass to our south.

I have finished another essay, the last for this term. So that's good. Now for an exam. But that's not until the first week of June, so I can stop for breath for a bit.

I have just qualified for long service leave for the first time in my life. How exciting! I believe this is an Australian peculiarity, so to explain: if we work for an employer for a certain length of time, we get extra leave on top of our normal annual leave entitlement. My work's standard contract offers thirteen weeks after ten years. Sadly, I don't have thirteen weeks to take. It will be paid out instead when my work shuts down later in the year, but honestly, I think I'd rather have thirteen weeks off. Hmph.

I mentioned to my mother that I have been thinking about getting another cat. 'Oh good,' she said. 'If you're talking to a cat, you won't be wandering around the house talking to yourself.' I wonder what she thinks I do at home alone.

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Jun. 28th, 2014 04:22 pm
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This week, the City by the Sea was hit by what our newspaper described as a 'weather bomb'. Other people would know it as 'weather'. We made it up to 11 (Violent Storm) on the Beaufort Scale. Here is a picture of what it looked like. (The first small picture on this page shows the same place on a sunny day, with two people standing on the top part for scale.)

Other than that, what has been happening? I bought some new tea towels. File under: My thrilling life. They are proper fluffy tea towels, not linen things. They dry so much better, I find. They have little pictures of herbs on them. When I got them home I realised that the pictures are flipped halfway along the tea towel, so that when you hang it horizontally over a rail, both sides are the same. FINALLY. It has always bothered me that the half a tea towel I can see is the right way up, knowing that the half I can't see is upside down. That's not easy to explain to people, though, without coming across as a mad person. Anyway, I have washed my new tea towels and hung them over the clothes horse to dry, and I have spent more time than I should be willing to admit to looking from one side to the other and marvelling that the pictures are all the right way up.
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The temperature finally dropped below 40C (or 104F if that's how you roll) just after 7:30pm today. The City by the Sea doesn't do hot weather very often, but when it does, it's thorough. I had sparrows sitting on my windowsill at work today, panting in the tiny area of shade. Poor things. Same tomorrow, and then there's meant to be a change.

In the meantime, I'm sitting outside in the almost dark, making the most of the tiny sea breeze. Percy is tootling about sniffing things, completely oblivious to next door's cat watching him from the fence about three metres away. Idiot.

Here is a thing. A new cosmetic dermatology clinic has recently opened not far from my work. The building is bright pink. I was talking to someone today and she said she'd recently been there to get a mole map done. She was a little early, so the receptionist pointed her to the waiting room. 'We'll put the charge on your bill,' she said. 'What charge?' asked the patient. 'Why, the waiting room charge!' Apparently they charge several dollars per hour to wait in the waiting room. The lady I was talking to wasn't having that, so she went and sat in her car until the appointed hour, then went back into the clinic. They still weren't ready, so she told them to ring her when she could come in, and went back out to her car. I have never heard of such a thing before.
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Last night, today's weather forecast was for 'cloud decreasing', but this morning it's been changed to 'sunshine increasing'. That is a very fine distinction the Bureau of Meteorology is drawing there. Imagine their night shift arguing about that.

A few months back, my mother volunteered to make me an overnight bag. She and her friend Sue run a biannual craft camp, which happened this weekend. She used her time there wisely:

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With cat, for size comparison )
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When I left for work this morning my weather station said it was 1.7C. On my way, I passed a jogger wearing a singlet and shorts, and a pair of gloves. She was barely moving. Still, I'm sure the gloves helped.

Instead of those irritating notes from the universe that I used to get, I now get a daily 'provocation', which is a short thought that's supposed to make me think. Normally, what it makes me think is, 'I must remember not to subscribe to this sort of thing,' but this week, it has made me think twice. So there's a record. One of the things it asked me was:

Name 3 things you're tolerating right now. If you had to pick one of those three to tidy up and get out of the way, which one would you pick?

I'm only tolerating two things at the moment. One is an annoying colleague (guess!) and the other is a sore gum where a wisdom tooth is trying to come through. One I don't think I can tidy up and the other I hope will settle down soon. I probably am due for a trip to the dentist, though. Joy.

[livejournal.com profile] stasia linked to this colour test. I scored 11. I think I could have done better, but I rushed the last one.

Also, there are two types of people in the world: Chaos Muppets and Order Muppets. I'm an Order Muppet, without a doubt.
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I knew there was something I was going to say the other day! I remembered while I was watering the garden. There was an article in the medical newspaper we get at work, in which a doctor shared funny stories about doing pap smears. Nothing like a spot of medical humour to lighten up my lunchtime reading. Anyway, one of the stories was about a 70-year-old woman who brought her 15-year-old granddaughter along to watch her pap smear, so she'd know what to expect when her turn came. Which is a nice idea, I suppose, but I think that would traumatise her more.

It was so hot last night. So. Hot. The sort of weather that makes one petulant and whiny. Then the power went out. When it goes out on hot nights it's because of excess demand from air conditioners and such. I don't have an air conditioner — I get by with awnings and ceiling fans — so I'm quite resentful of other people's excesses spoiling my modest wants. Hmph.

Anyway, it was as hot inside as it was outside, so I thought I would sleep on the patio. I thought I had a foam mattress, but I don't; or if I do, it wasn't where I thought it was and it was too hot to be bothered looking anywhere else. So I made a mattress out of layers of blankets and, while I wouldn't want to sleep on it every night, it wasn't uncomfortable. It was quite nice outside, with a bit of a breeze. Only then the breeze picked up and swirled a host of dead leaves around me and banged the door of next-door's garage. Meanwhile, Percy thought me sleeping outside was such a top idea he wanted to snuggle into the crook of my knees, which, while hot, was preferable to his previous locations: the pillow next to my face and stretching over my feet. So what with the cat and leaves and door, I gave up and went back to my regular bed about two-thirty. I don't think I am cut out for camping, not even genteel camping like that.

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