Recovering slowly

I was supposed to lift on Thursday (when I started this post), but I rested instead. Going light, in general, on the whole "getting back to normal" thing, because I'm still slightly congested in the evenings and I was in meetings that day from 10:30 to 6:00 solid (just kidding: one 30-minute break. Something cancelled), and right now I just wonder how anyone ever works full-time. I have, however, discovered that my work kitchen has an ice dispenser that makes lovely little dice-sized ice cubes, and am becoming an ice water addict. Probably related to the lingering cold.

Anyway, life seems utterly without pattern, so here is a bunch of random:

• My very late birthday present from heisenbug arrived, and it's a custom watercolor painting of Nala! Done from a photograph by an artist in, I think, Romania. It's an excellent gift that wants to be matted and framed, and I'll get on that in a weekend or two.



• We have a Congresscritter questioning whether there would be any population left if not for rape and incest. Gotta say, at least he understands the female reproductive system better than the guy who thought there weren't many babies of rape because women's bodies have ways of shutting that whole thing down. But I'm not really any happier with him.



• My favorite fidget toy turns out to be available for cheap in packs of 50 so I bought that. I know you're envious. And well you ought to be.



• Norwood went on a date with someone else who has my first name, which I'm working on not feeling twitchy about, and it went well so they'll probably be doing playdates soon. Apparently she saw pictures of me and (apropos of absolutely nothing, says Norwood) reminded him that she likes threesomes sometimes... heh. Points to her for friendliness? Anyway, he's been wanting more casual-type people and so this seems pretty good.



• I started using niacinamide serum after reading a lot on a "skin care over 30" forum, and it's early days yet but it seems really promising.



• My friends bought a mansion way out in the boonies, for somewhat less than my condo is supposedly worth these days, and I feel weird about it. Their closet has a closet but you couldn't pay me to live out there (and I wouldn't want to heat and clean all that square footage).

I'm thinking a lot about life achievements, bucket lists, things like that, but not ready to share my thoughts.