Today, I mopped my bathroom with bleach. Floors, walls, ceilings, shower stall, and then again just in case I missed something the first time. I'd do the other bathroom, too, except it's currently in use as a salame curing chamber. Good thing we don't have any guests coming in the near future. Can you imagine how telling someone they can't really use the shower, because there are a couple pounds of Spanish-style chorizo curing there?
The big day of Birdmas is galloping closer. Maybe that should be flapping closer? Saturday is the official Death March with Binoculars day. icanhardlywait. albionwood
thinks we need to get up around 4AM to haul ourselves up to our area to go owling. I think we could skip that, sleep in until 6AM, have breakfast, and get to our area when the sun wakes the birds up. It'll be 4, I'll be grumpy and wrapped around my thermos of coffee until we hear a hoot in response to the calls.
Finally saw the end of "Breaking Bad." How nice to see a series with an actual character arc, good writing, and interesting characters. With any luck, Santa will get me S5.2 and I can indulge myself in watching it all over again from S1 until the end, taking notes about structure. Vince Gilligan gets two thumbs up from me.
Books are not holding me right now. I keep picking things up, reading a few pages, and letting them hit the stack next to my bedside, where they will hang out until it's time to vacuum again. Annoying brain is being annoying. Maybe it wants nonfiction instead of novels?
Wishing you all a Happy Birdmas! After the death march, it'll be Merry Christmas. Right now, I'd better clean the lenses of my binoculars and recharge my iPod Touch with all the birding apps.
Cross-posted from dreamwidth.org
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