Whither Saturday?

Early this morning, I drove with my father over to our local mechanic to have one of the cars submitted to its yearly inspection. Which may be the last time I did much of anything today. I did finish some of the editing I had left for the next issue of Kaleidotrope, copying my handwritten corrections over to the electronic files so I can send them to the authors. I think it’s shaping up to be a really great issue, and I’m growing even more convinced that a third issue for the year in July is a good idea. We’ll see. I definitely have enough material already accepted to fill the extra issue, so that’s not a problem.

Beyond that, I spent a lot of the day pottering around online, playing with the dog (who seems shocked every time by the snow, when he isn’t determined to eat every last ounce of it), and watching a little television. (I could tell trying to explain The Mighty Boosh to my father — much less three episodes into the second season, much less halfway through that episode — was going to be a losing proposition. Heck, I like the show and it’s not like I always understand it.)

And that’s it.

Goodnight, Friday

I spent the better part of the day doing the tedious job of reformatting fourteen chapters’ worth of PowerPoint slides for some online supplemental materials we’re developing. I can think of a lot of things I’d rather spend the day doing. But I think I managed to fix everything, so hopefully we can just upload them sometime next week. And then I can move on…to that other book’s PowerPoint slides I still have to edit. Ah, joy.

At least it’s a three-day weekend. Which is actually really nice, coming so soon after this past week’s unexpected snow day. I know I’m ready for the weekend.

Meanwhile…not much. My father is having a little problem with his eye, some blurred vision he went to see his eye doctor and then a specialist about today. It’s apparently nothing too serious, and also isn’t necessarily indicative of anything else that is serious, but I think he’s a little worried — and therefore so am I — that his vision might not improve, or might get worse. (“Even if you end up losing the eye, you can still drive,” the specialist told him, not very reassuringly.) My father has a follow-up appointment for treatment in a little over a week, so hopefully he’ll be fine.

On the plus side, did I mention it’s the weekend?

Random 10 2/12

Last week. This week:

  1. “Lumina” by Joan Osborne
    Eve took a train, Eve took a train
  2. “13 Steps Lead Down” by Elvis Costello, guessed by Generik
    Just stop playing that ugly drug music
  3. “What Is and What Should Never Be” by Led Zeppelin, guessed by Kim
    Oh, what fun it all would be
  4. “Angel of the Morning” by the Pretenders (orig. by Merrilee Rush), guessed by Occupant
    I see no need to take me home
  5. “Not Wanted on the Voyage” by Christine Fellows
    We’re clutching our hearts at the sound of the birds
  6. “Both Hands” by Ani DiFranco
    She is listening through the air shaft to see how long our swan song can last
  7. “Time Is a Killer” by Amy Ray
    There’s a big big love I need to be part of
  8. “Dark Globe” by Syd Barrett
    Wouldn’t you miss me at all?
  9. “Kill Zone” by T-Bone Burnett
    Can we untangle guilt or innocence?
  10. “Disease of Yore” by MC Frontalot
    June Cleaver never suffered

And so, as always, it goes. Good luck!

Day after snowday

It was back to work for me this morning, after yesterday’s unexpected snow day. The roads were still pretty terrible, at least between here and the train station, but at least the trains themselves were running on time. (Or whatever the Long Island Railroad decides to define as “on time.”) It felt a little like Monday, oddly enough, which just makes the fact that tomorrow is Friday — with a three-day weekend after it, no less — all the sweeter.

We had a couple of planning meetings for upcoming conferences at work today, including one I’ll be attending in San Jose at the end of March. (On my birthday, as it happens.) I shoveled a little more snow this evening, to clear the foot of the driveway, and discovered a huge branch that had fallen from the neighbor’s tree into our back yard sometime last night. And that’s about as exciting as my day ever got.

But hey, tomorrow’s Friday.