The baaing, the baaing. This meets the criterion. I consulted the oracle this morning; I made myself up a rather Whedonesque ritual which likely would have been quite amusing to the rational types in the crowd, and then laid down the cards in the Celtic Cross pattern.
Tonight I may consult another yet oracle; as previously mentioned in this blog a Finnish form of divination is to melt solder and cast it into water and take note of the shapes formed thereby.
Dr Filk as I recollect was supposed to have a much more prosperous time of things, the last time he tried it, although it took a while for that to come true. There are signs that Chinese citizens are becoming somewhat less willing to bear the brunt of ecological catastrophe as a price for their economic miracle.
We shall see how this plays out for stability. I relearned to knit. Casting on caused me some headaches, but I knit for a while and then pulled it all out, it was just for practice. I learned that Peggy and Tom have taken on a VERY big project with remodelling the office, but that is going to be a gorgeous and b much more useful when they are done. I heart her Ikea desk. I did a tiny amount of painting at the office everything is prep time… and got a nice visit in with Martha.
I learned how I would ideally want my household configured after Paul and I are no longer in the same place, and it actually looks rather different than I originally imagined it.
