Today’s Open thread is hosted by this wee coy baby otter.
Please feel free to use this thread to natter about anything your heart desires. Is there anything great happening in your life? Anything you want to get off your chest? Reading a good book (or a bad one)? Anything in the news that you’d like to discuss? What have you created lately? Commiserations, felicitations, temptations, contemplations, speculations?
Categories: Life
Soggy here, innit? 
In memoriam: Diana Rigg 
Getting out the ‘yes’ 
100 books by women in 2016 
Hoyden About Town 
That otter looks like the Boy Who Will Not Sleep when he’s trying to get something.
I’ve been away from the internet for more than a week, firstly at a mediaeval event, and then on a family holiday in the Riverland. A great time was had at both. Now I have soooo much to catch up on…
Also about three tonnes of washing 😦
I shall be living on the ground floor for the next few days after spraining my ankle last night. It’s not a horrendous sprain, but it’s going to be most of a week before I can walk normally again (if I hadn’t had to sing on stage last night I’d probably not be quite so sore this morning, but even barefoot with an icepack strapped on and the adrenalin flowing it was definitely not what I would have recommended for anyone else’s sprained ankle back when I was a practising physio). The show was great though (dress rehearsal for a proper gig coming up soon).
Sorry to hear about the sprain TT, I hope you have some minions close by to help you.
I too have a mountain of washing today Angharad but I haven’t done anything exciting to earn it.
I am also paying for not being sick very much over winter by having not one but two things making me sick at the moment. I have antibiotics but only started on them yesterday so still much ‘I hate being sick’ to go.
I’ve had one interesting week, and I’m looking set to have another.
Himself started a new (temporary) job this week, doing tech support for a small firm while they advertise for someone to take the position permanently. He’s already fairly clear that someone isn’t going to be him. I had to submit an assignment for the IT unit I’m doing (design code for a climate control system running on the Arduino platform, and then demonstrate this system in class; the code was fine, but hardware hates me, and the demo went zot).
Then on Wednesday night, after the demo and all, I was chomping away on a muesli bar (chewy one) and I heard this “crunch” from inside my head. “Hmm…” thinks I. “That wasn’t expected”. So I start sorting through the various bits in my mouth, and start spitting out bits of a tooth. I’d already had a filling come loose from this particular tooth about a year or so back, and it was on my mental list of “things which must be seen to”, but I’d been putting it off. The crunching noise was the remainder of what was left breaking off close to the gum.
So, Thursday, instead of being the day I worked on the project report for the IT demo, became the day I spent out of the house. First, off to the government dental clinic to have the tooth extracted. I arrived a little late for the “triage” section of the morning (I was there at about 8.30 rather than 7.45) and wound up having to wait until about 10.30 to get it seen. But, once I was in there, it was basically x-ray, and away we go with the extraction. Then it was back home to get the blood pressure back up again, before heading off to a Centrelink appointment that afternoon.
I’m now on soup and other such soft foods until the gum heals enough to handle chewing.
Thursday next week (the 17th) I move house. Yes, I’ll be off the internets again, while we wait for everything to be connected up once more. I have no idea whether or not Himself has done anything regarding the power, the water, the gas and such. I’m pretty sure he hasn’t done anything regarding internet connections. We’re planning to head to the new place tomorrow to check it out, figure out who’s getting which bedroom and such, and make some preliminary guesses as to what’s going where. In the meantime, I have to start packing up the room I’m living in at the moment (it’s one of the spare bedrooms at Himself’s parents’ place) while preparing for a second blinkin’ assignment for the IT unit – this one is supposed to be a group effort.
(((hugs))) for you Megpie. It all sounds pretty awful. I loathe group assignments. Tooth trouble, moving house and lack of connection are all pretty huge individually. On top of one another, whoa. Wishing you much extra strength to get through next week.
I have my nervous breakdown scheduled for the 12th of November (day after my exam). I just have to cope until the 12th of next month, then I can fall to pieces everywhere. That’s what I keep telling myself. It’s working so far.
Of course, the other thing which is working is the little notebook in which I write down at least three things which went RIGHT during each day. I’ve really found that to be a sanity-saver, because otherwise I focus in on the things which went wrong, and forget what went right. Writing them down helps a lot.
What a fantastic idea. I have to get to 7 November until I am allowed to be sick. Hang in there, will be thinking of you.
13 days until my thesis is due and I can have a cry and a sleep in. Best wishes to everyone and their various ailments.
Just to add to the fun – Tel$tra are playing with the phone lines. So our internets is flaky at the moment. Right when I need it for about a dozen different things (submitting my Centrelink fortnightly form; comparing options for ISPs; contacting various utilities to ensure we have power, water and gas at the new place from Thursday onwards etc). I’m strongly tempted to sit and swear. Open a west facing window, and look for the column of blue air over South Fremantle.
I’m hearing that Campbell Newman has just delcared that the right of free association is dead in Queensland, and that the police may now arrest people for belonging to motorcycle gangs. I’ve yet to hear if the Fourth Reich has accepted Campbell Newman’s membership application.