I got to see most of the eclipse this morning, but not all of it. It was just starting when I took Harriet out for her morning walk. The moon had a thin little slice off the top left edge. By the time I got to work, it was almost completely eclipsed. A huge group of construction workers were standing out in the parking lot, watching it, which I thought was pretty cool.
In other news, I swear there will be some sort of art tonight, even if it kills me. I have been even more useless than usual since I got back from Minnesota, and that has to stop.
In other other news, the film for my Holga arrived yesterday. Wheee! I loaded the camera and will try to get at least a roll shot before the weekend.
In ridiculous news, I somehow managed to sprain my ankle. I think I must have sat down with my foot under me, like ya’ do, and popped something out of place. Then, when I stood up, the out-of-place bit got stressed. Ow! It hurt like hell the first night, was poppy and stiff yesterday (didn’t want to flex or twist, so going down stairs or around corners was fun), and is only a little bit sore today.
In so-amazing-it’s-almost-unbelievable news, Mr. Upstairs has finally figured out how to be (mostly) quiet. His television has not blared in weeks, and I have not noticed him indulging in any 2am cleaning binges. If he has, he’s constrained himself to quietly hand-washing his dishes and sweeping his floor, instead of using the dishwasher and hoovering. He does still hit the treadmill at about my bedtime, but honestly, it’s such a huge overall improvement that I’m not even bothered by that. Well done, Mr. Upstairs!
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