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I don't have a favorite book. I can't ever narrow it down that far anymore. I don't even have a single favorite author: both Jane Austen and Eric Flint share the dubious honor of being the two people for whom I would grovel at their feet and beg to bear their children. Well, except for that tiny little problem that dear ole' Jane's rather dead. Details, details.

Anyway, I adore Eric. This article on downloading music by Janis Ian makes me want to just cuddle him and hug him and squeeze him and call him George. Er... Eric. Whatever.

I'm in my little hallway at Harborview today. <sarcasm> Woo. </sarcasm>

Yesterday was beautiful - it was slightly chilly in the house in the morning, but when I let Calvin out, I noticed that it was sunny and gorgeous on the back porch, so I stayed out there all afternoon. If we weren't chronically short of hands on the help desk, I'd play hooky today. The one drawback to my office here is that I can see the high, skating clouds and blue sky out over the Sound. *whimper*

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My nightvision isn't that great, but I know my space enough to recognize which dark spots might not be the greatest things to step on in the middle of the night or the dark of the morning.

I stepped over a dead wolf spider three times before I turned on my bedroom light this morning.

My big fluffy pussy may be scared spitless of the other three, but he's definitely not arachnaphobic. I'm just grateful he doesn't deliver them to me on the bed with a 'look-what-I-killed-Mom!' No, he just plays with them until they stop moving. The little ones he eats. The big ones lie there like big leggy caltrops, just waiting for a bare foot to come by. *crunch*shudder* Eww.

A sense of permanency, and hey! more icons!

So they're selling permanent accounts again.

I got mine for different reasons, but I figured some of y'all might want to know about it - you get more icons for a permanent account.