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Moving On.
No more posts about the power.
This, too, shall pass.
And in the meantime, my cat is teh cuteness. Although I had multiple offers of places to stay this weekend, I just didn't have the heart to leave the kitten on her own again. She was all purry, and trembly, and cute when I stopped at home yesterday to check on the situation, and the house was like an icebox. So I stayed at home, in three layers of fleece and blankets, and we curled up together while I read by firelight.
I'm enough of a candle freak that I was able to transform my bedroom into a fairly lightened space despite the lack of electric appliances. Hell, I've got a fire-tiered candelabra, for the lord's sake. So we were comfy-cozy, and she curled up next to me on the pillows, and I wrapped her in knit blankets so she'd be warm all night. All-in-all, it was fairly pleasant.
Something else pleasant? Last Friday in recitation, I referred to the colossal Buddha of Yungang as a "lumberjack," and my students thought it was hilarious. Now, of course, I have to give them credit on the test when they describe said Buddha as a lumberjack--but the awesome, relaxed, and productive class atmosphere was so completely worth it. (And seriously, the Buddha at Yungang is a total meat-and-potatoes man. I honestly don't consider "lumberjack" to be an even slightly inapt description.)
Later.
This, too, shall pass.
And in the meantime, my cat is teh cuteness. Although I had multiple offers of places to stay this weekend, I just didn't have the heart to leave the kitten on her own again. She was all purry, and trembly, and cute when I stopped at home yesterday to check on the situation, and the house was like an icebox. So I stayed at home, in three layers of fleece and blankets, and we curled up together while I read by firelight.
I'm enough of a candle freak that I was able to transform my bedroom into a fairly lightened space despite the lack of electric appliances. Hell, I've got a fire-tiered candelabra, for the lord's sake. So we were comfy-cozy, and she curled up next to me on the pillows, and I wrapped her in knit blankets so she'd be warm all night. All-in-all, it was fairly pleasant.
Something else pleasant? Last Friday in recitation, I referred to the colossal Buddha of Yungang as a "lumberjack," and my students thought it was hilarious. Now, of course, I have to give them credit on the test when they describe said Buddha as a lumberjack--but the awesome, relaxed, and productive class atmosphere was so completely worth it. (And seriously, the Buddha at Yungang is a total meat-and-potatoes man. I honestly don't consider "lumberjack" to be an even slightly inapt description.)
Later.
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