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The leaf raking fundraiser is still scheduled for 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. today in spite of a lack of drivers and the on-going presence of snow. I hope that the choir director cancels in time for the kids to take the school bus home. All other options for getting Cordelia home are terrible.
Of course, it's possible that they will rake leaves even with the snow. The city will stop yard waste pickup at the beginning of December and not start again until April, so it really can't be put off past this weekend. It's also damaging to lawns to let the leaves stay under the snow all winter. The grass will survive even deep snow, but it won't survive a layer of leaves, no matter how much or how little snow falls.
Scott's mother's surgery is tomorrow. She has to be there at 8:00 for pre-op procedures, and the surgery is scheduled for 12:45 (with a comment from the nurse to bring a book and expect to be there all day). I think Scott was hoping it would be done much earlier.
Scott had a sudden influx of cider season orders last night that require him to be there and the company placing the order to rush ship the labels that are supposed to go on the bottles. He stayed late last night and went in early today because he really can't work tomorrow and wants to be home to take Cordelia to one of the local showings of Castle in the Sky.
We all went to bed early last night, lights out by 9:30. Then I couldn't sleep. I just couldn't. I think I slept between 3:30 and 5:15 when Scott's alarm went off. I dreamed, so I must have slept. I'm going to try lying down later in the morning, once I know what's going on with the choir leaf-raking expedition.
Scott said he hadn't really slept either. It's hard for me to tell when he is or isn't. He spent part of yesterday evening trying to talk to medical people about the staph infection on his upper lip. The prescription antibiotic hasn't made it any better, and he's been using it three times a day for two weeks. I hope he's able to get help with it before Thanksgiving.
I still haven't figured out where I put down that critical bit of canon for my Yuletide story. I had it in hand three weeks ago and was carrying it around, but it's not in any of the bags I thought I might have left it in nor on any of the shelves or tables I expected. I don't want to have to buy another copy, but I may have to.
And then, I'm sure, I'll very promptly find the confounded thing again.
I'm so very, very exhausted, and I don't really see any breaks coming. I have a long list of comments/emails that I really want to answer, but I look at it and then go make tea and forget what I meant to do. I guess I'll get there eventually.
Of course, it's possible that they will rake leaves even with the snow. The city will stop yard waste pickup at the beginning of December and not start again until April, so it really can't be put off past this weekend. It's also damaging to lawns to let the leaves stay under the snow all winter. The grass will survive even deep snow, but it won't survive a layer of leaves, no matter how much or how little snow falls.
Scott's mother's surgery is tomorrow. She has to be there at 8:00 for pre-op procedures, and the surgery is scheduled for 12:45 (with a comment from the nurse to bring a book and expect to be there all day). I think Scott was hoping it would be done much earlier.
Scott had a sudden influx of cider season orders last night that require him to be there and the company placing the order to rush ship the labels that are supposed to go on the bottles. He stayed late last night and went in early today because he really can't work tomorrow and wants to be home to take Cordelia to one of the local showings of Castle in the Sky.
We all went to bed early last night, lights out by 9:30. Then I couldn't sleep. I just couldn't. I think I slept between 3:30 and 5:15 when Scott's alarm went off. I dreamed, so I must have slept. I'm going to try lying down later in the morning, once I know what's going on with the choir leaf-raking expedition.
Scott said he hadn't really slept either. It's hard for me to tell when he is or isn't. He spent part of yesterday evening trying to talk to medical people about the staph infection on his upper lip. The prescription antibiotic hasn't made it any better, and he's been using it three times a day for two weeks. I hope he's able to get help with it before Thanksgiving.
I still haven't figured out where I put down that critical bit of canon for my Yuletide story. I had it in hand three weeks ago and was carrying it around, but it's not in any of the bags I thought I might have left it in nor on any of the shelves or tables I expected. I don't want to have to buy another copy, but I may have to.
And then, I'm sure, I'll very promptly find the confounded thing again.
I'm so very, very exhausted, and I don't really see any breaks coming. I have a long list of comments/emails that I really want to answer, but I look at it and then go make tea and forget what I meant to do. I guess I'll get there eventually.
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