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The Innocents
No matter how many times I become an uncle, it never gets old. Last night I sent off an e-mail to my sister thanking her for her hospitality and what-not. When I read the reply this morning, I saw that it was timestamped just before 4 a.m. Later on Facebook I saw that around the same time she had posted a message saying, "Just killing time waiting to go to the hospital." She ended up giving birth at 10:21. Mom came over as they left and fell asleep on the couch. When I talked to her this afternoon, she was wrangling the niblings out of the hospital elevator.
So, despite not being completely back in the pink or on a healthy sleep schedule, I was buoyed by joy all day. It helped as I tried to motivate myself to tackle some chores. The laundry is almost done; the cleaning, sadly, never advanced beyond some tidying here and there. For dinner, I just did takeout. I wish I could say I'll do better tomorrow, but I plan to head into work for a change. Even though it promises to be a very slow day, I'm not sure I'll be able to do much in the evening.
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monshu's favourite protégés came by. He's finally back from his exile to the Emirates (although living in a form of internal exile in Texas) and his librarian career is really taking off. It's a pleasure for the Old Man to see his mentoring bear fruit and it's a vicarious pleasure for me to see someone succeed in their chosen specialisation. (In his case, Grateful Dead studies.) Shortly after our meal from Thai Spice, monshu went back down to bed but the two of us kept chatting about music (particularly in its sociocultural aspects) for another couple of hours. When he left, I realised he was projecting a degree of confidence in himself I'd never seen before and it gratified me.
So, despite not being completely back in the pink or on a healthy sleep schedule, I was buoyed by joy all day. It helped as I tried to motivate myself to tackle some chores. The laundry is almost done; the cleaning, sadly, never advanced beyond some tidying here and there. For dinner, I just did takeout. I wish I could say I'll do better tomorrow, but I plan to head into work for a change. Even though it promises to be a very slow day, I'm not sure I'll be able to do much in the evening.
Around dinnertime, one of
monshu's favourite protégés came by. He's finally back from his exile to the Emirates (although living in a form of internal exile in Texas) and his librarian career is really taking off. It's a pleasure for the Old Man to see his mentoring bear fruit and it's a vicarious pleasure for me to see someone succeed in their chosen specialisation. (In his case, Grateful Dead studies.) Shortly after our meal from Thai Spice, monshu went back down to bed but the two of us kept chatting about music (particularly in its sociocultural aspects) for another couple of hours. When he left, I realised he was projecting a degree of confidence in himself I'd never seen before and it gratified me.