Boy am I glad I have a sound roof over my head today. It's
pouring and hasn't stopped for close to twelve hours. From what family members tell me, the local TV news people are having a field day with terms like "biblical proportions". I can attest that water pouring off my roof is making a steady pounding noise in the downspout nearest the corner where I record, and preventing me from making any podfic today.
I managed to tap away my enormous food cravings last night after a week of significant work stress (augmented, frankly, by the endless rain), and opted for a long magnesium-rich bath in the BToR instead. Watched
Misfits while in there. (Kelly rules, especially now that I'm beginning to understand what she says, and I'm so glad I wasn't a complete perv when I thought that Simon was kind of hot even in his creepy oddness because, yowza.)
( Cut for exponential smoothing and other Quantified Self geekery )In other news,
kis just this minute emailed me with a brilliant (I mean,
brilliant) suggestion for cracking the impenetrable wall that
Restraint Chapter 42 has been presenting to me for more than a week now. I'm so excited that I could almost start writing.