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Scott and Cordelia caught the train home without problems, but there were a lot of delays, so they got back three hours after the scheduled arrival time. Scott had parked over near the station, so they could just head straight for the car whenever they got in. I wasn't trying to meet them at the station.

I'd hoped that the train would be on time because then we could have gone out for lunch, but I was in the middle of my medication related afternoon fast when they got home. Also, it was late enough that I wouldn't have dared to order much beyond pancakes.

Scott and Cordelia both slept a considerable chunk of the afternoon because they got to bed late and had to get up around 5 a.m. to be sure of getting to the train home.

They both say that they enjoyed the show. They were less happy about the dinner beforehand because our SIL made reservations at the sort of place where the cheapest entree is $26 and the cheapest appetizer/salad is at least $15. They both got the cheapest entree available. Scott had to send his back because it included unadvertised bacon that would have made him exceedingly sick (they'd definitely have missed their train). The restaurant remade the dish, and he didn't get sick afterwards, so they must have done it carefully.

I finished Killing Eve season 2 in plenty of time to return it today. Scott and I still have some library Blu-rays to get through. I think I'm going to avoid getting Blu-rays as much as possible from here on out because setting up the captioning for the player requires 8-12 extra clicks. I can handle 2-4 without agony, but that many is hard. I think I could do it if I had something that would hold the remote for me, but nothing we have in the living room is at the right height to let me set the remote down and just push buttons.
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I had an awful time staying sufficiently awake yesterday to be coherent. I had a headache when I woke and ended up taking an Amerge for it. The headache faded, but I got some nasty nausea. I had Scott pick me up a Dr Pepper while he was out to get his hair cut. I hoped that the sugar and carbonation would settle my stomach and that the sugar and caffeine would help me act awake when we arrived at Scott's parents place. The first part worked, more or less. The second... I didn't actually start feeling awake until a bit after dinner. I had eaten earlier in the day, so I'm not sure what about the meal worked.

The trip home produced more nausea. I don't usually get carsick, so I tend to take it as a sign of something else going on. Some of it might be that Scott was listening to an audiobook that had a level of violence that isn't particularly remarkable but is more than I would read or watch. It was one of the Expanse books.

The battery in Cordelia's phone has been gradually dying, so Scott bought a new battery and tried to install it last night after she went to bed. There was a lot of swearing and a lot calling himself names, and the phone now doesn't work. He's out getting it fixed. Basically, he couldn't really see the tiny pieces, the tools he'd bought didn't do what he expected them too (I couldn't figure out if they weren't magnetic and should have been or were and shouldn't have been. It didn't seem like the time to ask), and his hands weren't as steady as they needed to be (and bonus! Arthritis makes those fine movements hurt).

At any rate, he found a place locally that he hoped could do the repair. He just texted me that it's done and that they were able to fix the problem with his phone, too. The place opened less than an hour before he texted me that all was well, so neither repair can have been hugely difficult.

I did a beta read on a short fic last night. I have no idea if anything I said will be useful to the author. They're not someone I know; we connected through one of DW's beta finding communities. It gave me something to focus on while Scott was cursing his inability to do what he thought he ought to be able to do. He gets so very angry at himself when things don't work right. It's as if he feels he's failing some basic test for being a good husband/father. He ends up yelling (never at us, just at what he's working on and at himself) which spikes my adrenaline and makes Cordelia assume that she's done something to make it happen.

Scott's mother brought out some old photographs yesterday, mostly pictures of her parents but also some of her grandparents. She was talking about throwing them out because she didn't see why we'd care. Scott ended up taking them with the idea of scanning them. I intend to keep the physical objects, too. I'm not sure where, but I want paper back ups, too. Scott's mother also had her mother's senior class yearbook from 1931. I think our niece took that because she was kind of fascinated by it. I'd like to see that scanned and put online somewhere for other people to see. It doesn't contain a lot of information, but I'm sure that many of the people pictured have descendants who might be interested. The yearbook is stapled at the spine and has construction paper covers. I'm not sure how terribly acidic the interior pages are, but I'm sure they must be.

Scott's parents also gave away a bunch of old cameras. Cordelia and her cousin both thought the idea of film cameras was kind of neat. Cordelia spent a lot of time pretending to take pictures (no film in that camera) just to hear the sounds of the parts moving. One of the cameras we brought home had film in it. Scott says it belonged to one of his grandmothers. We're going to have the film developed by a place Scott found online that does 'found film.' There may be nothing there worth looking at, but there might be something from that grandmother. Who knows?

Weiss Kreuz is way, way behind on the battle in [community profile] weissvsaiyuki. This makes me really want to finish my three stories because I'd like to see Weiss Kreuz make a better showing than it currently is. One of the stories is likely to be at least 10K words when it's done (it's 8.5K now) which is a lot of points since it's 250 pts per thousand words. The other two stories currently stand at 5K and 2.3K. The last of the three probably won't break 5K, but the second story might get very long. Or not. I don't actually know.
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I just funded my first Kickstarter project, Ursula Vernon's Digger omnibus. It was nicely easy. Now that I've done it once, I'll likely do it with other projects. I'm just going to be very picky about which ones. This is the first one I've seen that was something I really wanted. I expect the next one won't have quite so large an activation threshold.

I'm very hesitant to try new things with technology. That's why I haven't touched Facebook (that and the privacy concerns), Twitter or Tumblr. It takes a lot to get me past the initial reluctance to venture out of my comfort zone.

I'm probably going to have to learn a little more about irc as [community profile] writethisfanfic needs to shift to a new host for its irc chatroom. Nobody's stepping up with any enthusiasm or expertise to take care of this, and I do use that chatroom regularly. There's one person who's said they're willing to try to figure the whole thing out some time this weekend if nobody else does it first, so I have some backup in case I can't figure it out.

Speaking of technology-- How does one block ads in Firefox? Scott doesn't know because he doesn't bother. None of the sites he visits have ads that annoy him. I don't object to static ads. It's the ones that start playing audio/video spontaneously that drive me crazy. One ad today tried to initiate downloading Flash, trying to bully me into doing it by offering no other options but doing so or closing the tab (and popping up to ask me if I was really, really sure when I went to close the tab).

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