ten good things
Feb. 8th, 2016 11:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kaberett1. Yesterday got much, much better.
2. Wahaca's churros come with an espresso cup of melted 85% chocolate and it is great.
3. I ended up with some time to kill at Liverpool Street Station yesterday so have a smol bottle of blue shower gel from the Lush. I think I am glad I only bought a small -- I turn out to prefer the way it smells in the bottle than on skin when mixed with water -- but nonetheless I have a smol and blue and this helped some.
4. A & I are improving at coping with each other when very tired (executive function degrades in both of us in ways that are primed for a vicious cycle; I think we're getting better at how early we catch it and how much sorting out it takes), which is nice in and of itself, but the actual point that I am working my way round to here is that I am super grateful to him for coping with me so gracefully last night when I hit the point of having really needed to be asleep three hours ago. I was buffering quite poorly and was very fretful and anxious and not really managing to cope even with one thing at once, and basically I am just enormously grateful to anyone willing to coax me through that particular state.
5. Relatedly, I ended up in floods of furious tears at the end of BSL last night and did Impromptu Military History at everyone, which A helped me redirect into explaining that I cry that much about lifeboats and tiny space robots as well, so we dispersed on an explanation of how Curiosity sings happy birthday to itself rather than on my impotent outraged grief about the specific bit of mil hist, which: probably for the best.
6. Bagels! Favourite bagel shop is about halfway between BSL venue and the station for heading home. I lurked in the bus shelter hissing miserably at the rain while A bravely disappeared into the dark dank night to retrieve Bagels.
7. To my amusement, the bus shelter contained an ad for a new Calvin Klein perfume, ck2. Based on The Book's scathing review of ckin2u, I expect I won't like this much either -- but (which I didn't even register at first), two of the four featured couples (the idea being that it's somehow a unique selling point that it's a gender-neutral perfume, rather than that... being the default) were queer. So that was nice.
8. The petition is 10% of the way there. It's slowed down a lot -- I need to Social Meeja it some more -- but I am pretty confident this is a thing I can do.
9. I am periodically remembering the fact that at the beginning of the weekend I found a 2001 Graun food article revealing that Nigel Slater has apparently never picked blackberries in his life:
10. There is new your blue-eyed boys-related short-fic, and I am going to finish writing the thing I'm working on and then curl up to read it, yes yes. Excellent.
2. Wahaca's churros come with an espresso cup of melted 85% chocolate and it is great.
3. I ended up with some time to kill at Liverpool Street Station yesterday so have a smol bottle of blue shower gel from the Lush. I think I am glad I only bought a small -- I turn out to prefer the way it smells in the bottle than on skin when mixed with water -- but nonetheless I have a smol and blue and this helped some.
4. A & I are improving at coping with each other when very tired (executive function degrades in both of us in ways that are primed for a vicious cycle; I think we're getting better at how early we catch it and how much sorting out it takes), which is nice in and of itself, but the actual point that I am working my way round to here is that I am super grateful to him for coping with me so gracefully last night when I hit the point of having really needed to be asleep three hours ago. I was buffering quite poorly and was very fretful and anxious and not really managing to cope even with one thing at once, and basically I am just enormously grateful to anyone willing to coax me through that particular state.
5. Relatedly, I ended up in floods of furious tears at the end of BSL last night and did Impromptu Military History at everyone, which A helped me redirect into explaining that I cry that much about lifeboats and tiny space robots as well, so we dispersed on an explanation of how Curiosity sings happy birthday to itself rather than on my impotent outraged grief about the specific bit of mil hist, which: probably for the best.
6. Bagels! Favourite bagel shop is about halfway between BSL venue and the station for heading home. I lurked in the bus shelter hissing miserably at the rain while A bravely disappeared into the dark dank night to retrieve Bagels.
7. To my amusement, the bus shelter contained an ad for a new Calvin Klein perfume, ck2. Based on The Book's scathing review of ckin2u, I expect I won't like this much either -- but (which I didn't even register at first), two of the four featured couples (the idea being that it's somehow a unique selling point that it's a gender-neutral perfume, rather than that... being the default) were queer. So that was nice.
8. The petition is 10% of the way there. It's slowed down a lot -- I need to Social Meeja it some more -- but I am pretty confident this is a thing I can do.
9. I am periodically remembering the fact that at the beginning of the weekend I found a 2001 Graun food article revealing that Nigel Slater has apparently never picked blackberries in his life:
Urban cooks like me have no tree standing bent and laden in their back garden, let alone one whose fruit they can cook with. Blackberries come from the greengrocers, incarcerated in unromantic plastic punnets emblazoned with a sell-by date. It is not the same as the fruit you pop in your pocket while walking the dog, but we must make the best of what we have.
10. There is new your blue-eyed boys-related short-fic, and I am going to finish writing the thing I'm working on and then curl up to read it, yes yes. Excellent.
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Date: 2016-02-08 12:20 pm (UTC)