It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
~ Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
Hectic week – our landlord transferred our building’s management out from underneath us. We found out with three days in which to figure out whom to pay rent to. That’s been fun. We might at least get a functional kitchen light out of it since our old managers, while very nice, were terrible at actually managing. I tried storytelling in public for the first time, and it was a blast – post on it coming! Worked on the MP. Training replacement at work – angst inducing, but onward, ever onward.
This weekend I plan on continuing the battle against the blahs with some late winter sunshine, editing a manuscript of a friend as she preps it for querying (go Catriona!), and more MP work. Here are your links, kittens:
Award for best news story title of the week goes to…
Technological progress, for all that smartphones are still a brave new world to me, I never long to go back to these times. Although I might have been one of those sly ladies who just sat and listened to the lines all day for dirt.
How do you date the oral storytelling tradition? Pretty cleverly.
Brew yourself a custom perfume – brilliant! I’ve been wearing the same scent for a decade now…and I’m actually feeling like it’s time to turn over old loyalties and find something new. I feel treacherous just typing that! Lady minions, do you have a perfume family you prefer?
Norwegians splitting hairs over splitting logs.
Very important for you young, budding cryptozoogists.
I now long to live in a Spite House – emotional architecture!
The weekly sheep is very happy to see you!