Britain, you may keep the snow.
I have spent the week cleaning and working out. There surely were other activities as well, but I don’t know what they were. A few phone calls, a lovely visit from ooshiny and her loved ones, and some viewing of House because there must always be a viewing of House. Dan has been sick and is getting damn tired of it, which I empathize with, though it’s harder because I’m feeling so damn good it’s hard to do anything but bounce. And by "feel good" I mean that I have energy. I’m sore, still, especially in the shoulders, which is why there has been so much focus on working out, because I want to move the arms and shoulders into the place where the hips are, which is feeling a lot more solid and stable and generally in the place where they should be. But I think the shoulders are just a bit fucked, personally. PT appointment in half an hour; will know more after, maybe.
Tomorrow is Coraline day. We are all trekking down to WDM to see the movie in 3-D at Jordan Creek’s theater, and carylerg and mary35 will be in attendance as well. jeffreyjingles is a loser and staying home, though I hear he’s coming for food later. I have plans to take the laptop along and ask the Apple store to check the battery, and at some point Caryle and I will kick out everyone else and watch the latest BSG on Hulu.
That’s the report from this desk. I leave you with the Coraline trailer, which Anna has watched about a bazillion times. Also the official movie site, where you can make your own Coraline flower among other things.
Oh, and here’s Neil Gaiman talking about buttons.