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Mental Health Day
Feb. 3rd, 2003 01:05 pmSo Saturday I ran my first role-playing game in... six? seven? years. Whuff. It's been a while. Fun, but I think I let it go a little long, and so everyone was rather brain dead by the time we finally called it a wrap. I have stuff for next week, and a continuing story line to follow. Lori's having fun - I hope the others are as well.
Sunday I decided I needed a little outside time, and with a craving for Georgette Heyer firmly in mind (I finally listened to one of the many recommendations I've had for her, and checked out Frederica from the library on Friday.) With that in mind, I decided to set out on foot for the Fremont Twice-Sold Tales. Tiny little shop, adorable, affectionate store cat, and a pair of highly amused employees who grinned when I came back upstairs with said affectionate cat riding my shoulders, purring madly.
But alas, no Georgette Heyer. I should probably mention at this point, that she's not exactly a new author, a) having been born just this side of the last turn of the century, and b) dead now. They are (amazingly for the romance genre) reprinting a good deal of her work, but it's not exactly the freshest of material.
It was a nice day out, slightly blustery, and I tried to think what was the next closest bookstore. That failing, the B&N in the UVillage was right off the Burke-Gillman, right? So what if it's a good three mile hike? It's good exercise!
Three miles later, I was at B&N, ensconced with the one GH novel on their shelves. This is why my definition of 'walkable' doesn't always jive with everyone else's.
Unfortunately, with all this healthy walking and exercise, I'd neglected my USRDA of caffeine. And right about the time I got home (I bussed back - it was raining, and I'm crazy, not stupid,) the headache was hitting, right along with the hunger. Ick.
Dinner, a bath and the first few chapters of Persuasion didn't help, and I went to bed early. Sometime in there, Sandy the Younger showed up with a disk she needed converted from Mac to PC, but I'm pretty sure that was a dream. I was pretty sure by the time I kicked Calvin out of my room at midnight, that I wasn't about to put myself through the misery of Harborview today, and so I am happily ensconced at home, with tea and cats and Austen and a to-do list of chores that I'm willfully ignoring. (I think I owe the government $71, but if that's the case, they can bloody well wait until April.)
Sunday I decided I needed a little outside time, and with a craving for Georgette Heyer firmly in mind (I finally listened to one of the many recommendations I've had for her, and checked out Frederica from the library on Friday.) With that in mind, I decided to set out on foot for the Fremont Twice-Sold Tales. Tiny little shop, adorable, affectionate store cat, and a pair of highly amused employees who grinned when I came back upstairs with said affectionate cat riding my shoulders, purring madly.
But alas, no Georgette Heyer. I should probably mention at this point, that she's not exactly a new author, a) having been born just this side of the last turn of the century, and b) dead now. They are (amazingly for the romance genre) reprinting a good deal of her work, but it's not exactly the freshest of material.
It was a nice day out, slightly blustery, and I tried to think what was the next closest bookstore. That failing, the B&N in the UVillage was right off the Burke-Gillman, right? So what if it's a good three mile hike? It's good exercise!
Three miles later, I was at B&N, ensconced with the one GH novel on their shelves. This is why my definition of 'walkable' doesn't always jive with everyone else's.
Unfortunately, with all this healthy walking and exercise, I'd neglected my USRDA of caffeine. And right about the time I got home (I bussed back - it was raining, and I'm crazy, not stupid,) the headache was hitting, right along with the hunger. Ick.
Dinner, a bath and the first few chapters of Persuasion didn't help, and I went to bed early. Sometime in there, Sandy the Younger showed up with a disk she needed converted from Mac to PC, but I'm pretty sure that was a dream. I was pretty sure by the time I kicked Calvin out of my room at midnight, that I wasn't about to put myself through the misery of Harborview today, and so I am happily ensconced at home, with tea and cats and Austen and a to-do list of chores that I'm willfully ignoring. (I think I owe the government $71, but if that's the case, they can bloody well wait until April.)
