Sticking my head up like Punxsatawny Phil

[katallison]

So. It is very, very, very cold here. Went down below zero Friday night, and has stayed there continuously since, and is not going to get *above* zero until, I dunno, maybe Tuesday. Minus eleven right now, with a -40ish windchill, and forecast to be -17 tonight. I have not been out of the house since I got home on Friday evening, and I am not going to leave it until it gets by god above zero again, which means I'll be working from home tomorrow, and this is not an ideal solution, because when it's this cold I can't really get my place very warm, but going someplace that *is* warm would require, y'know, going outside. And attempting to start the car. Or standing and waiting for the bus. And I am not up to it.

In other news -- hi. (*g*) Yes, I have been absent from these parts since -- uh, sometime last year, though reading LJ fitfully and sporadically. I am fine, I should add, and life is fine, apart from the strange whatever-it-is that blocks me from being able to actually write down any of the words that go on in my head, and which has been afflicting me for months now. This has, needless to say, kept me from composing the Grand Summative Essay of Ruminative Reflection and Updatingness with which to jump back in the soup; so I'll go with a brief, unilluminating grump about the weather instead.

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[j-bluestocking.livejournal.com]

How lovely that my own random and sporadic LJ reading coincided with your post! Hello from my part of the world! For me today will be all about drinking enough tea and getting enough light to stay alert and work, as I am shockingly behind. It occurs to me that I don't even know when Escapade is, let alone whether I can go. I am so out of every possible loop.

But at least I caught you on your LJ run, so, hey, my dog says hello too. Or he would if he knew you.

[katallison.livejournal.com]

You know, every time, *every* time that I start to feel whiny and ill-treated at my job nowadays, I stop for a moment and think about your work pressures and all the other life complexities you're juggling, and I -- well, I still whine a bit. Just more quietly and abashedly.

I'm not going to be at Escapade this year, alas; I cherish the memory of our conversation last year, and it would be lovely to see you again. In any event, many head-pats to Harry, and strength to your sword arm!