ellenscult: (perky)
After talking with my counsellor on Tuesday, I popped into the Antrim Forum to see what classes they had, and on Wednesday morning I went to Pilates for the first time ever. Ahahahaha! It is brutal! In a very non-brutal way, but today my everything aches. When I think about all the sword fighting, glima, rock climbing, cycling, swimming etc I've done and how very unfit and unbendy I am now, the comparison makes me feel, well, unfit and unbendy. Gah! So yeah, I'll go back next week, provided I'm not a) dead or dismembered or b) having a bad ME day. Fingers crossed, eh?

I'm feeling quite chipper at the moment: financially, things aren't entirely dire (hurrah); DH is coming up on the end of week 11 of his new job (but eye surgery next week, eep); I haven't had to take Planck to the vets for a few weeks (but I need to get him another hip x-ray, his bad hip is getting worse); the other dogs are fit and well (touch wood); family is all okay (to the best of my knowledge, and my nephew starts school a week on Friday, wow); I've even hoovered the house. Well, downstairs, and I hoovered upstairs at the end of last week, so it's still okay for now.

So yeah, no major disasters! Have some crafty photos instead:

Photos )

Also a book recommendation, also from my wonderful counsellor: Reinventing Your Life by Jeffrey E. Young, PhD., and Janet S. Klosko, PhD. So yeah, I'll be getting that. Oh, and I read Neurotribes by Steve Silberman, which is a fantastic read - hugely informative, sometimes difficult, sometimes hugely entertaining, but always very thought-provoking. I think my favourite bit, for reasons which will be blatantly obvious to anyone who knows me personally and to anyone who's read anything else at all in this blog, is this, about the expanded criteria for diagnosis:

A nonspeaking boy of six who rocked in a corner all day would fit the bill, as would a woman in her late twenties who reflexively averted her eyes when speaking and calmed herself while knitting while inwardly fancying herself the real-life equivalent of Sarah Jane Smith on Doctor Who.

Replace 'late twenties' with 'early forties', and 'Sarah Jane Smith' with 'Ace', and yeah, that's absolutely me! It made me giggle.

So yeah, that's me this week. I'm going to go back to crocheting another cute cat (making a good start on those family Christmas presents) and wait for the washing machine repairman (repairperson? probably a bloke, though) to turn up (13:00-15:00 allegedly). Have yourselves a great week and welcome to September!
ellenscult: (glima)
I had my assessment today for PIP (Personal Independence Payment, replaces Disability Living Allowance). A very nice psychiatric nurse came out to my house and went through a long questionnaire. So, fingers crossed. I'd really like to be accepted for PIP - it's not a huge sum of money, but it'd mean that maybe every once in a while I could afford to go for a massage to sort out my neck and shoulders, or pay someone to cut the hedge or come and hoover for me. I could take the car to a car wash. Little things that'd make a huge difference. Mind you, I'd like more to be able to do all of those things myself - I very much resent ME for stealing away my brain and my stamina bit by bit. Gah! I miss rock climbing. I miss swimming. And yes, I could go swimming here - there are swimming pools in Antrim and in Ballymena. But what I can't do is drive to the swimming pool, get changed, go swimming, get showered and changed, then drive home.

Anyway, enough of that! As I mentioned in my last post (honestly, I had to check, I have slow brain today, I couldn't remember if I'd mentioned it or not, duh), [livejournal.com profile] palmersperry came to visit and stayed a week (the fool! You'd think he'd know better by now!) and it was lovely to see him and catch up. I have a few photos, so I'll pop them under a cut in case anyone's interested. We went round HMS Caroline, and Saturday we all went to Glenarriff and then to the Giant's Causeway. I sat in the back with the dogs and now have a lovely collection of bruises on my thighs from being kicked by Newton. Lovely! We went round Antrim Castle Grounds and Clotworthy House (Antrim Castle burned down in mysterious circumstances in the '20s. Hmmm) - they've done it up a lot in the last few years and you can go up the 12th Century motte, which is very cool.

Photos )

So there you go, a good week filled with going places and doing stuff. Today I am exhausted and my brain is slow and there's a really annoying bluebottle buzzing around the living room, which will freak Planck out when he comes back inside. I have a form to fill out. I gave up as a bad job yesterday when I made 3 stupid errors in the first 2 pages. Somehow I suspect today will be worse. Never mind, eh? Have a great week, all, and enjoy the sunshine if you've got it.
ellenscult: (funky)
New things come up and I retreat back into silence and a few bottles of wine, curling up like a curly thing. DH needs rather urgent eye surgery - stressful and scary stuff. He'll be having it done on the 8th of September iirc, and we don't know if this will be covered by Optical Express or if we'll have to pay for it. Erm.... So anyway, that reaction isn't helpful at all. I've ditched the wine and am trying meditation instead (better for my liver, waistline, head and bank account, duh). I've started up my ME diary again, keeping track of what I do and what I eat, my mood and energy levels, etc, which keeps me more aware of how I'm doing, too.

[livejournal.com profile] palmersperry is visiting for a few days; we've been round IKEA and have taken the dogs out to Tardree Forest for a (slow) walk. Later today we're off to see HMS Caroline in Belfast, and weather permitting, we'll be off to the Giants Causeway, the Glens of Antrim and Slemish over the next few days. Today I'm a bit tired and slow, though - trying to get my brain into gear and it's just not quite happening, eh. *shrug*

Hmm... Let's see, DH is at the end of week 9 of his 3-month probationary period in his new job; the dogs are doing fine; I caught up on my laundry the couple of sunny days we had, and I've cleaned out the parlour some (always more to do). I'm making time for meditation, writing and Duolinguo (Italian). I'm working on uncurling and staying out from under that rock. Oh, and I have a sneaky ninja slug in my kitchen (I think it's migrated out into the living room overnight) - I keep following the trail and then the trail vanishes and there's still no sign of the bloody thing. Gah!

Right, time for a cuppa, then a pootle down to Belfast.
ellenscult: (boats)
My plan to drag myself out from under my rock is going well (for a given value of well) - replied to comments on my last post, chatted with some of my extended family on WhatsApp, actually phoned my parents, and talked to my parents-in-law. Couldn't FaceTime with Al yesterday evening, but I was already in bed and dozing off, sorry!

I did get a fun-filled exciting trip to the vet on Friday - while I was outside very slowly gathering up the hedge clippings (still to finish, there's a lot of hedge and also a lot of rain), Dante nipped Planck's ear and put a hole in it that's taken a couple of stitches to close. This, the day after I'd paid off some of the existing bill... *sigh* The vet duly laughed at me when I mentioned it, and agreed it'd be a good idea if I took a course to learn to suture. Think the St John's Ambulance lot do one, or should I just rewatch Grey's Anatomy and ER?

DH's first week in his new job went well; there's a lot to learn and a lot to catch up on, of course, but he's great at picking things up and I have faith he'll get there.

This week my plan is to get some writing done, a bit of gardening (by which I mean pick up the hedge clippings and the dog poo, cut the grass if it stops raining for long enough, and burn the weeds with a propane blowtorch without burning down the barn or any more of the hedge), and keep up with the housework. I also have the first of 6 sessions of counselling at my GPs tomorrow afternoon - I need to talk things out and there's a promise of maybe some CBT to help my anxiety, depression and chronic pain, which isn't that painful, but it is chronic, thanks to my ME. This autumn marks 14 years since I had glandular fever, which triggered the ME. I don't know whether to feel down about not being able to do anything like the level of activity I used to, or to feel good that I managed to do so much for so long - a decline in my health (other than normal aging) is very much not inevitable, but I've not had the energy, enthusiasm, time, money, etc, to do much in the way of exercise over the last few years. It's really hard not to simply hide under my duvet when DH is having a bad day and I can't actually afford to buy groceries.

Living out here is beautiful and quiet; there's space and I have dogs who keep me smiling. It's also very isolating, especially when I can't face picking up the phone to call anyone, and I can't face even opening my email. I've done a lot of knitting and that's done a lot to keep me going. And this is all very depressing for a Monday morning, which wasn't my intention at all, but it seems that now I'm posting on here again, a lot of stuff is getting dredged up. Eh. Time for a cuppa and Popmaster on Radio 2, then writing, then hoovering the house, and that'll carry me through to lunchtime, so that'll do for now. Have a great week, y'all, I'll likely feel better in the afternoon.

At last!

Feb. 8th, 2015 12:49 am
ellenscult: (chomp)
Success!!!

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The ludicrously long skein, conquered after a mighty battle. And Newton, wrapped in blankies and ready for bed, as am I. G'night, all.
ellenscult: (norns)
Or, yanno, the random things one does when living in the countryside...

Today I have: got up early, thrown the dogs out, fed the dogs, given Planck his Loxicom (anti-inflammatory and painkiller, because his bad hip is still bad, but his new hip is awesome), went back to bed, got up again, showered, dressed, emptied the range as the fire went out overnight, took the ash out, cleaned out the range from top to bottom (yay, soot up to my elbows), re-did the fire cement around the cooker plate since it chose today to crumble away, re-glued the rope around the cooker plate hood since that's needed doing for ages, relaid the fire and got it going, bagged up the last of the loose sticks in the barn so I could get to the bags with larger lumps of wood, restocked the wood box in the living room, picked up the dog poo in the garden, retrieved the dog toys from the garden, let the dogs in and out of the house repeatedly, stripped the throws off one of the sofas (half-done thanks to the dogs anyway) and shoved them in the washing machine, sat down and had a cuppa, and in amongst all of that, played ball with Planck.

Phew!

So that's all that done; now to return to winding yarn off a ridiculously long skein so I can finally warp up that peg loom and give it a go. Not that, yanno, I spent around 10 hours yesterday doing just that, and the thing's still not given up the ghost... *sigh* I was so fed up that I went to bed around 10:30 last night just so I didn't raid the fridge outside for one of Dear Husband's bottles of Kopparberg cider (which he never drinks, I don't know why he has them, eh *shrug*).

My weight's been up a kg, thanks to monthly weight fluctuation, but I'm back down at 3.5kg weight lost, and the next two weeks should see it dropping further, unless this skein drives me to drink and chocolate.

Have photos:

Crafty stuff, yada )

Anyway, depression sucks, and it's a real effort to keep on reaching out even this far, so thank you for the comments and I'm sorry I haven't replied, but I'm not quite at the stage where talking to other people, even friends, and even in a tiny little comment, is something I can do. Which, how pathetic is that? I mean, really, that's just the wimpiest thing ever. Still, that's where I'm at, and it's an improvement, so I'll take it as the win it is and aim for actual direct contact with friends over the next month.

Yes, I am writing again. No, I'm not ready to share it with anyone other than my dad, who's helping me pick away at it, but it's not rubbish, hurrah!

Back to The Skein of Doom....
ellenscult: (argh!)
I have, at long last, posted off some Christmas presents. Woohoo! It makes me realise just how behind I am, though, so I'm procrastinating here on my day bed, with Newton dozing under a blanket beside me and Dante twitching in the dog bed in front. Do I fish out the sewing machine and run up silk bags for making lavender sachets for my mum (first promised for her birthday in September), or do I trawl through my yarn stash in search of something decent to make my brother-in-law a hat and scarf, since I not only owe him a Christmas present, but it's also his 40th birthday this weekend? Should I have another go at turning empty wine bottles into glasses, or make bath bombs? Gah! Too many decisions!

I did, however, order some more coal*, since we're down to our last bag, worked my way through more of the laundry pile, and cleaned the parlour fireplace.

As promised, a photo: )

Writing has been pretty nonexistent. Even with a prompt and a deadline from my dad I stare at the page, at the screen, then go do something else. Perhaps it's time to dig out my old iPod and fire up some Rammstein. For some reason, they make truly awesome writing music! Bach's better for editing, though, go figure. *shrug* I have kept to my resolutions thus far apart from that, though, and haven't had any wine this year. I'm also just over 1kg lighter. There may be some correlation, but around half of that is probably just normal cycle weight fluctuation. Still, it's going in the right direction so I shan't complain. Now if only my bank balance would do the same, it'd be a truly awesome start to the year...

Tomorrow's jobs for tackling: sewing, putting up a couple of coat racks on the side of one of the bookcases for hanging shoes up.

*Since I paid for the coal with the money my parents-in-law gave me for Christmas, I guess I can truly say I got coal for Christmas - must have been on the naughty list!
ellenscult: (boats)
As expected, yesterday was very much a rest day, from the first zombie shuffle to let the dogs out, to the afternoon nap on the day bed. I spent most of the day there, in fact, listening to Absolute 80s radio and playing games on my iPad while being snuggled by a succession of dogs. Sometimes I swear Newton only loves me for my duvet... So, very little done, but that's okay because my week started again today and so far I've done all right.

The Lost Fireplace! )

Flatpack-fu

Jan. 2nd, 2015 09:54 pm
ellenscult: (chomp)
I got almost 6 hours of unbroken sleep last night, more than I've had in a while. Slow start after everything yesterday, so of course we decided to go back to IKEA and get another one of those dog day beds. Hence more driving, lifting heavy boxes, picking up a carry out from the Chinese Court in Antrim, a bit of a row, flatpack-fu, furniture rearranging, general tidying and lots more hoovering and now I am stretched out on my day bed with Newton dozing beside me, Dante asleep on the floor on the other side of me, and there's the sound of snoring coming from the other room. I could just doze off myself, but if I do that I'll wake up in a bit and not get to sleep tonight, meh.

I have another fox cowl to finish, and Absolute 80s radio playing in the background, so I reckon that'll do me for the rest of the evening.

Another photo )

Writing done: a very little, but at least it's some. Wine drunk: none, hurrah!

Tomorrow I shall do some tidying and some writing and generally take things easy - I'm overdue a reaction day and as I'm overtired right now I think tomorrow's it, oh well.
ellenscult: (Vera)
I meant to type this up earlier and start the year off right by posting on the 1st, but alas, time has fled like a fleeing thing and it's after midnight. So, belatedly, happy 2015 everyone. To be fair, I've been busy, but I'm also several boards further along in Mahjong Towers, which is the crackiest crack to hit my brain so far this year. Eh.

Rambling and photos ahead, enter at your peril! )
ellenscult: (balls)
Not much to say these days, but our oldest pup, Planck, goes for his first hip replacement operation next week in Belfast. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for his recovery, but I've also got some dog food designed to help with joint problems, and this evening I'm watching the film about the Bielski brothers. Thanks to ME I have some facial myalgia at the mo, which is rather painful, but we got to see friends this week and next week Mr Marcks is visiting, yay.
ellenscult: (boats)
This evening I let the dogs out into the field next door. They ran around and played football and Newton did his best impression of a gazelle on the Serengeti. The swallows swooped overhead, the grass hasn't yet been cut for silage and I had Gilbert and Sullivan on my iPlayer radio. Naked Wines came through - it's my 39th birthday next week and I've been saving up since Christmas to buy a case of wine. It was meant to arrive on Monday but came today, so this evening I'm enjoying a glass of Kimbao merlot with some Thornton's espresso chocolate from AnnaMae (a relative-in-law). I'm taking this oasis as the refuge it is before I wade back into forms and life in general next week.

Oh, in case you're interested - Jonathan Cape are having a call for open submissions throughout June. Go read the guidelines and submit! I'll be sending in the first 50 pages of Squirrels in Space just to see what they say. Good luck!
ellenscult: (perky)
I spent the afternoon with a friend, having taken Planck to visit his best buddy, Duke (her boxer dog). We had a good natter and exchanged tips on apps, so have the results of that after the cut:

Brushstrokes app )
ellenscult: (serenity)
I did too much yesterday, and yes, I was aware of that at the time, but there are times when things have to be done and if I don't do them, well... yeah... So today I got up with my alarm (hurrah!) and had an ecstatic good morning greeting from the dogs, especially Dante who snuggles and wriggles and nibbles fingers and toes and my hair and ears and just wants love and affection. Best way to wake up ever! That's the highlight of the day, though. I'm at the stage now, hours later, where I can talk properly and lift my feet up rather than dragging them when I walk, but I haven't showered yet and I probably won't today. Eh, the dogs don't complain that I'm smelly (although they sometimes come and sniff my bellybutton just because, go figure). And that leads my distractible ME brain to a Daily Mail (shock, horror!) article on fat deposits based on hormones - flabby belly is apparently too much cortisol. Yeah, there's a shocker - I was a stressed baby and have remained stressed ever since, and the events of the last 4 and a half years haven't helped, though I admit the many bottles of red wine haven't helped. Still, I'm losing weight slowly and am down to drinking a bottle of wine every fortnight or so, which is all good.

I was going to pass along the raincoat I made to Jerry's Aunt Yvonne because I think she'd like it even though it's shocking pink with a blue chinese-pattern silky lining, and she's, like, a size 10 (UK; 8 US, I think, or 4 Hollywood, it seems, bizzarely) and it's a medium 12 and I'm... most definitely not! lol Anyway, Jerry said to hang onto it as something to aim for. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not. I even made a matching handbag, btw. Must take a photo and post it! Yeah, this is from my 3 years of dressmaking evening classes at York College, back when I was doing lots and lots and wasn't totally craptastic thanks to the ME, bah humbug.

So, yeah, brain fade, mobility problems, body temperature regulation problems - doing very little today in the hopes that tomorrow I'll be fine. I'm a wee bit worried because J's taken the dogs out to Tardree Forest by himself; he still has problems with anxiety and temper control, and there's a fair chance that when he gets back he'll be upset and angry and want a hand with the dogs - they'll need hosing off and drying, probably, before they come back into the house - and I've retreated upstairs to the bedroom where I can pile up my duvets and stay warm and comfy and going outside to hose down the dogs and dry them off will wipe out the progress I've made through the day, but I can't say no because the cold water makes his hands excruciatingly painful and leaves him in a terrible mood.

Eh, can't win. And my brain's struggling, so I'm giving up on today's post. I'll catch you tomorrow, which will be a much better day. Because I say so.
ellenscult: (Kipper)
Yeah, so, a day... Got up early(ish), with my alarm, which is a win. Fished out my lady epilator torture device and attempted to deforest my legs; one leg and a stripe later, it ran out of power, so the rest of the deforesting will have to wait for tomorrow morning. Showered, dressed, sorted out the pups with breakfast, medicine and munchies, and their daily unspeakables (eggs - great for their coats and energy levels, but unspeakable because they make Jerry want to vomit).

Anyway, so, it's been a day of doing chores; laundry (folding and putting away and washing and hanging up to dry), yard pickup (yech), shopping (Lidl and Asda, and putting away, which involved cleaning the fridge that's in the barn), cooking (for us and for the dogs), dishes (well, stacking, running and unstacking the dishwasher twice - can't really call it doing the dishes if I only handwashed the cast iron skillet and gave a casserole dish a scrub over to get the last trace of bits out that the dishwasher missed). I boiled up the bones from a chicken we had over the weekend, and the last of the meat, the bones and the stock went into the dogs' dinners. I peeled and chopped and fished out my food processor and the end result was a pan of roast veg (I forgot to put in garlic! And I got more garlic specially! Bummer!) and a large bowl of coleslaw. Jerry cooked up the steak I picked up reduced at Asda. Much to the pups' disgust, we ate it all! Well, the meat, anyway. They had bread and dripping. Nom nom!

So, yeah, a day of doing stuff. I'm still keeping up with my language practise, but the Italian is onto possessives and I found it really hard - bit of brain fade, I think. On to bed and much sleeping and an easy day tomorrow, in which I'm hoping I'll get chance to play around with Paper and do some more illustrations for Where's My Tractor. Sleep well, y'all!
ellenscult: (Stone flower)
Continuing yesterday's epic awesomeness in actually accomplishing things, after I'd posted to LJ I went and peeled and chopped veg for an hour, by the end of which I had a pan of roast veg, a casserole dish filled with diced beef and beef shin, carrots and onions slow cooking in the range, and a large bowl of coleslaw. Hurrah! I fed the dogs, let my husband feed himself when he was hungry, had a natter on the phone with my parents for the best part of an hour, and had a bottle of wine (my first in nearly 2 weeks).

Today, my plans were to do a yard pickup, refill the bird feeders and brush the dogs - Planck could do with his feathers trimming too. I've done the first two items on my list, but then friends gave us a call and came to visit for a couple of hours with their baby girl and toddler son. Hurrah! It was lovely to see them and I got to have an adult natter and a baby fix all at the same time. The dog brushing and clipping can wait til tomorrow!

The beef casserole slow-cooked for about 14 hours overnight and is extremely tender today - all of us enjoyed it, though I suspect the pups would like to enjoy more of it.

It's very quiet - Jerry's a bit under the weather and is actually in bed and asleep (I can hear faint snores though the ceiling); Dante's asleep on the sofa beside me, and Planck and Newton are flaked out on dog beds on the floor while they all wait for it to be time for their Dentastix.

I finished off the last winter-weight cowl yesterday too (done in James Brett Marble Chunky, in case anyone's interested), so I've fished out a cone of lace-weight Texere Yarns Enigma in royal blue to try making summer-weight cowls (it's Northern Ireland: trust me, they'll be needed). The first one (finished it earlier this afternoon) is probably going to be quite large, circumference-wise, so I've dropped the stitch count and the needle size. Instead of doing 4 rounds knit, 4 rounds purl, repeated twice for 24 rounds total, I'm working a simple lace pattern: rounds 1,3,5 - knit; round 2 - knit 2 together, yarn over, repeat; round 4 - yarn over, knit 2 together; rounds 6-8 - purl; repeat rounds 1-8 twice, cast off using a lace bind off. We'll see how it goes! Ill post photos tomorrow if I get these last 2 cowls blocked and dried in the afternoon.
ellenscult: (perky)
Yesterday's day of tiredness seems to have given way to general tiredness from not getting to sleep until 3am (better than the start of the week, hurrah!) and being woken up by a phone call from the Jobs and Benefits Centre. A very nice lady put up with my morning lack of brain and explained there's been an overpayment of Income Support, which she's trying to sort out so I'll know just how much I have to pay back either in a lump sum (ha!) or with a deduction from my IS (it'll be option 2, thanks). So we'll have even less coming in, but hey, it's spring officially and my father-in-law's vegetable patch is open for raiding by me (I usually give it a good weed while I'm pulling a couple of spring onions or a lettuce, or whatever). I'd set the dogs to catching their own dinner, but I'm afraid they'd ignore the rabbits (there's mixamatosis in the population, sadly) in favour of nearby sheep, chicken and cows. Doh!

After that early start (I'm working my way back to getting up by 7am, honestly!), my day was brightened by hearing Warren Zevron's Werewolves of London on the radio as I grabbed a shower - gave me the impetus to wrap up my nephew's birthday presents, then head out on my loop of many errands. Planck's dog license is renewed; I've paid the vet's bill and picked up more Loxicom and spoken to John the Awesome Vet about getting Planck his hip replacement surgery; got coal from the general merchant's; posted Dan's parcel; called by the bank; got the rest of the food shopping from Poundstretcher (dog munchies) and Tesco (gluten-free and dairy-free me munchies) and even picked up some free low-fat fries from Burger King for Jerry (today only, apparently, if your local BK's one of the franchises doing them).

The shopping is all away, the dogs have their stuffed bones (Newton's finished licking out his and is sitting behind me on my chair, watching the garden through the window to make sure nothing needs barking at), Jerry's had his fries and I've had a cuppa. That's probably me done for the rest of the day, but it's always possible I might actually get a little fiction writing done, woohoo! Or I could go look into how to turn Where's My Tractor into an e-book so I can email that to my sister. Or I could finish off that last winter-weight cowl for Uncle Ken and start on the summer lace-weight silk/wool mix cowls for the family...

Gosh, the possibilites are endless! Or something. Yes, well, I think I'd better quit while I'm ahead, don't you? Have a fantastic weekend, peeps.

Newton and selfie... )
ellenscult: (not)
Today definitely falls more on the 'fail' side of things. My To Do list remains undone. Yup, it's another day of tiredness. Bah, humbug! I was asleep before 4am, though, and got up when my alarm went off; I even had a shower, washed my hair and scrubbed down the tub. These count as a win, go me! I do get fed up of living in a world where my ME makes these goals to aim for rather than a normal part of my everyday routine... *sigh* Other wins are: feeding the dogs, feeding my husband and stacking the dishwasher. That's pretty much it. Meh.

I have retreated upstairs to the darkness and solitude of the bedroom. I may attempt my language practise. Otherwise that's it for today, nothing to do now but sleep.
ellenscult: (passed)
Posting three days in a row? Surely not! Today, I feel a sense of accomplishment. I finished sticking pages in the book I've written for my nephew and I trimmed the edges, so it's ready to be parcelled up to post off tomorrow morning. It's called "Where's My Tractor?", and I picked up a little board book from a charity shop, which I've very cheekily stuck my pages over.

Where's My Tractor? )

So, there's that, which is a good reason to feel accomplished, I think. Other reasons are that I got up at 11, despite falling asleep around 4am (again!), prodded the pups, visited my in-laws, did a yard pickup (3 large dogs have 3 large bottoms and leave lots of large 'presents'), went to Lidl, put away the shopping, peeled and cooked a pan of roast veg, made a pan of veg soup, fed the dogs, unstacked the dishwasher, and knitted most of a cowl. I've even made my not-unsuccessful way through today's 5 minutes of Italian and French practice (DuoLinguo really is an awesome app) and made another Kiva loan.

Cue much tiredness! In a couple of minutes I'm going to kick the dogs outside for their last wee and give them their dentastix (best tasty ever!) and go to bed, where I'm hoping I'll actually fall asleep earlier than stupid o'clock, so tomorrow I can get up and Do More StuffTM.

Here's hoping tomorrow won't be another tired day! I need to go get the Tesco shopping, post Dan's book, pay the vet bill off and pick up more Loxicom for Planck, then head round to the council offices and pay Planck's dog license renewal. There's always more to do! G'night, y'all!
ellenscult: (perky)
Right, the second day of posting in a row! I wish I had something exciting to post about, but largely my day has consisted of getting to sleep at some time past 4am (my sleep pattern's a bit messed up at the moment), waking up at 11:30 and discussing my current phone tariff with the guy from TalkTalk.

("We can give you a TV package!" "I don't watch live TV, don't have a TV license, so no, ta muchly." "You can buy a year's worth of telephone line rental for a saving of 65 quid over paying line rental monthly!" "Actually, that'd be great, but I've just paid out my car insurance and I have the last of a vet's bill to pay, so it'll have to wait until the dogs and I have done that bank job." "You have free weekend and evening calls to 01, 02, 03 landlines, 0800 and 0845 numbers. Ah, you don't make many calls, do you?" "Nope, we have the landline pretty much entirely for the broadband." "Ooh, I can check to see if you can get fibre! ... Ah, no." "Alllll righty, then.")

The rest of my day's been divided between occasional playing of Secret Passages (a bizarre globe-trotting game in which you visit distant and sometimes fictional lands, collect random stuff, upgrade buildings, rescue famous landmarks, create jewels and ignore typos), reading fanfic, sleeping again (14:00 to gone 18:00, despite setting an alarm for around 15:00-ish), then actually getting up and having a shower, stripping the bed, doing laundry, putting away clean laundry, and eating toast since I really needed to go shopping today and, well, haven't.

Exciting, eh? I'm holding out for actually getting to sleep at a reasonable hour tonight (and given it's almost midnight now, that doesn't leave too much longer before I have to go make the bed up again and collapse back into it) so tomorrow I can parcel up the picture book I've made for my nephew, Dan, who is 2 and happy and precocious and the most amazing baby in the whole wide world, and get it posted off to him. Oh, and so I can go and get some food shopping done before the dogs have to steal my purse and the car keys and go themselves. (It'd be fine, only they don't have their driving license and can't read the shopping list.)

They could do it, no, really... )

Time I went and did my 5 minutes of Italian on DuoLinguo (a rather nifty free language-learning app) and then away to bed. Good night, all! I'll likely have to kill you post in the morning.

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