wispfox

There were many days in the White Mountains with metahacker.

There were stars, many many stars. And we never even went anywhere specific to go look at them.

There was walking in woods and mountains and rivers and mushrooms of various and unexpected colors and shapes. There were rocks for crossing wet places, for sitting on, for petting, for having pet rocks, and for being pets of rocks.

There was cuddling. A whole lot of cuddling. Also, cuddling.

There were conversations about bears and moose, but no actual sightings by the two of us of either one.

There was a gradual increase in ability to deal with walking in places with uphillness.

There was a cold with a fever that came and went.

There was conversation, chatting, silliness, and connecting.

There was a room that could have been better in various ways, but which was still a good room for being a room in which there was much time spent with metahacker.

There was a hot tub that I never got around to using. There were various very friendly owners and workers at the Bed & Breakfast we stayed at. There are wee pretty paintings, and postcards that failed to be sent while we were actually there.

There was grumpy, there was tired, but there was also a deep low level joy at being in mountains with trees and green and quiet.

There was remembering that mountains and hills are a rightness for me, in ways that flatness is not. And also remembering that places that tend to have them also tend to not have much to do in the evening.

There was much passing of various towns I've lived in or near, remembering when Concord, NH was a big city to me (Boston used to terrify me; Manhattan still does, although less so), seeing various towns that I think my high school used to have sports games at.

There were times when there was too much moving and I needed to just sit for a while and talk to the mountains and trees and grass. There were many more times when I just knew where I was, and was glad.

There was a fire, marshmallows, and small, hyper children. There was very little reading, and no internet access (or indeed, a computer, for me).

There was beauty. There was simplicity. There was quiet. There was time away with metahacker. And it was indeed good. I really needed that, for the time away, for the nature, for the time with metahacker.

There are pictures, which I may get around to posting some of.

I keep having an ENOBRAIN error. This makes getting things done difficult!

It's beautiful out, though. And I have a way shorter commute after work than I feared.

It's moderately amusing having had anyone ever ask me 'what people do' (in a specific situation). I seem to recall I commented that I have no idea what 'people' do, but that I can try to explain what _I_ do, inasmuch as ever having specific ideas of what I will or will not do has much useful effect beyond expanding my concept of possibilities (this is why there are _guidelines_, not rules, in my world). (cultural norms? You think I know those? Ha! :)

So. Tired.

But much less absurdly warm at home, as of last night.

Not eating cravings food is not because I am not allowing myself, it's because timing/hunger levels when availability/available amounts/energy levels have been conspiring against me. I'm not one who tends not to eat things if I want them. (or do things, for that matter)

ENOBRAIN!

Back to testing something _not urgent_ for the first time in at least two weeks. Sheesh.

*ignores pending urgent things that have not yet landed*

Mmm. Weekend soon. And my wrists are thinking about letting me possibly consider strength work while doing class things, even with crazy work. Miraculous! Massage last night helped, even if I was falling asleep during it.

Spamalot: excellent. Even through being sick with a stupid cold, I was frequently laughing hysterically. Glad that there was not a bus involved, and I was not driving. Not driving is good. :)

NYC: continues to reduce in overwhelmingness, if I'm careful to not try to do too much. But the air continues to hate my throat.

sleep: Necessary, and not particularly likely to happen if I'm not at home, am crashing with people I don't spend enough time with to be familiar with their physical presense, and if I attempt to share sleeping space. Not even being sick was sufficient. I dozed. Don't think I slept. I'm now painfully tired, but need to do bills. And eat something.

Brain: not very functional when exhausted and still sick. I am generally very, very confused right now. :)

Socialness and business: I simultaneously feel like I don't see enough of any of the people who I regularly seek out (or would if they were near enough) and like I'm trying to do _WAY_ too fucking much. Probably partly affected by unknown timing of volunteer training, and my normal tendancy to try to get visiting of far away people done before I hibernate for the winter. At least three far away visits in the next 2 months (one of which is planned, and is next weekend). Plus two weekends of volunteer training and some weeknights (all of this is as of yet not scheduled, frustrating the hell out of me). And I was just in NYC for ~36 hours.

Bills, food, sleep. In that order. With some anti-sick and please-let-me-sleep pills thrown in for good measure.

My brain hurts.

I am entertained to note that ladytabitha has taught me to knit (at my request), but because of fairly immediate preferences on my part, the way that she doesn't herself knit (continental). I am also entertained to note that knitting is very good at handling my out of sortsness and restlessness.

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