[work break] Elementary S3 premiere feels! Bullet-points, because essays are for work

Spoilers, obviously.

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(In other fannish news I have begun working my way through a refresher on canon for my Yuletide assignment and begin to have ideas. They are not as interesting as my ideas for last year's were, but nonetheless ideas. We shall see how they go as I proceed.)

things achieved

1. Love meme admin! We're at a whisker under 200 comments and over 50 individual threads so far :-) I am really looking forward to getting to leave comments for you all.

2. Doctor-y success, followed by picking up my prescriptions HURRAH and then tidying them away and putting the naproxen into my meds boxes for the week.

3. A bit of room-tidying more generally - there were a couplefew things stressing me out, and now they aren't, as much.

4. Two lemon drizzle cakes made (one for home, one for work).

5. The majority of the work I'm supposed to have had occupying me since last Tuesday done to the extent it's going to be, and a Plan for tomorrow morning (get bloods drawn, whimperingly claw my way through putting together bullet points to turn into a paragraph of text, if I'm blitzing through then also put actual numbers on the other thing. (It should actually be a paragraph of text but whatever, I've been knackered.)

6. Work computer de-sharked! Which in the process reminded me that I've got the large version of sunlight through oak leaves as my wallpaper there, which pleased me.

7. I asked a colleague a question, and it wasn't the colleague I first thought of, and I didn't expire. GO ME.

8. Dinner put into us :-)

9. Sourdough fed (bubbles!), bread about to go on...

10. ... and I am also having a hot shower before I sleep, because I think the last time I managed that was Saturday and I want another one SO THERE.


I have spent most of the evening using my enormous blue beanbag as an armchair in various configurations while white noise plays on the main machine. It has been very, very nice. I love feeling productive and wish I could get myself over the blocks sooner so I had more time to enjoy it in and less preceding stress.

[poem] All Souls' Day

They say, I think, that moments
can hang preserved in drops of amber
suffused with bone-deep memories
of setting autumn suns.
In Mass I see the elderly &
think of my Grossmutti, who
placed sacrificial flowers on
the altar, very nearly til she died
& in so doing offered up
her blood, her knees, her strength;
I think of Papa, who still heaves
his way through grassy lanes
to kneel, to genuflect, to offer peace.
And in Mass I hear the children
as they whisper to their parents
having not yet realised just how well
the church carries their voice
(nor yet been taught: above all else is silence);
in them, and in the fretful babies
this strange unwieldy future
reflects me backwards to myself.
That imperfection is inevitable
is without doubt its greatest grace:
the same is true of love.
Take heart. Take strength. Take space.