When I looked down from my window this morning, this is what I saw.
Category: Photography
Getting Shit Done
My root canal turned out to be a non-issue. He gave me a prescription for Vicodin, but I had absolutely no pain when the Novocaine wore off, so it was completely unnecessary. We’ll be saving that little stash for a rainy migraine day, I think.
Since I don’t want to try eating anything too toothsome just yet, I decided to make Cincinnati chili lentils with rice. I’ve been craving lentils, and they lend themselves really well to the seasonings in Cincinnati chili. Yum!
Alsotoo, since I had the afternoon free, I did my taxes. Once again, I-File (Indiana’s on-line service for filing state taxes) told me that I owed a huge amount of money. H&R Block said I get $250 back. I think I’ll go with H&R Block, since they have no dog in this race. Just to be on the safe side, I also did my state taxes by hand, and as far as I can tell, H&R Block is correct. I don’t know what the hell I-File is thinking, but apparently it’s smoking crack.
(Henry is having a rare nap. She’s kinda cute when she’s not rocketing around the house, scratching on doors and windows, or biting me on the head.)
Sunrise
We had another stunning sunrise this morning. I was able to catch it before the sun actually rose above the buildings this time, so the colors are more subtle.
January’s Gone
Nothing much else to say, except that I found a bunch of live Joanna Newsom recordings. Haven’t had a chance to listen to them yet, but will soon. I’ve sort of been tackling her songs one at a time, trying to unravel their meanings. Right now I’m working on Cosmiaand >Only Skin.
Cosmia by Joanna Newsom
Cosmia is pretty straightforward, I think. She said in an interview that it’s about her dealing with the death of a good friend. Only Skin is a little harder to parse. It’s sort of a meta-song, covering themes from all the other songs on the Ys album. It’s vast and sprawling (just under 17 minutes), so there’s a lot to unpack.
Only Skin by Joanna Newsom
Contrails at the Edge of Sunrise
This was taken from the “secret” stairwell at the back entrance to tech services. The public can access the stairwell and window, but rarely does anyone who doesn’t work here do so, because the door at the top is locked. There’s nothing for the public to see except this window view.
Cirrus Clouds
The sky was mostly blue today, with a veil of thin, wispy cirrus clouds.
Henry’s Revenge
Usually it’s Polly who sleeps on top of Henry, but occasionally, it’s the other way around. I don’t think either one of them are the least bit bothered by being squashed by the other.
I’m also really glad that I bought the cheap PVC-and-nylon kitty jungle gym that sits behind the couch. They spend a lot of time hanging out there. It gives them a good perch to keep an eye on things, without lying on the couch itself, which is Harriet’s territory.
Doodle
Who needs paper when you’re wearing old jeans?
Mid-week Dogblogging
Harriet is fed up with kittens this evening. After shoving Polly off the bed, she retired to the couch, where she commenced sighing loudly every time one of the cats got too close to her. The cats are, as always, unimpressed. I think they’d flip her the middle finger, if they could.
Morning Fog
It was pea soupy for awhile this morning. Weirdly, when I took this photo, the smokestacks were completely obscured by fog. The camera was able to see through it, though.
red paper boat 