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The Prequel's Progress: 28145, at which point the head of the Necromancers' Union started rambling about menopause and I decided to stop before somebody got hurt. Latest submission package accidentally mailed out as Priority Mail with delivery confirmation by Mum yesterday, but after some initial consternation it appears from the PO website that this doesn't require a signature for delivery (I've read that this ticks publishers off unduly), so plans for matricide have been shelved, at least until the next time I try to have her mail something.
It's been too cold to take a shower for more than a week. The primary obstacle has been that our chronically bizarre plumbing has been delivering icewater to the bathroom for even longer than this coldsnap, which I suspect has more than a little to do with why the pipes keep freezing; between the "hot" water never getting warmer than tepid under these conditions, and the periodic interruptions of service as broken pipes require fixing, I'm strongly disinclined even to try for a shower except on the rare occasions that I have to go outside and see people, and not even then last weekend. But my hair is starting to hurt, so I'll make an attempt later tonight, if current milder conditions hold up.
(Despite the deep-freeze we've been sunk in, one of the sights of the weekend was a group of about 100 anti-Bush protestors making their way up Broadway on Saturday, followed at a distance (and separated by a cop) by maybe a dozen pro-Bush counterdemonstrators. Not sure if they were practicing for tomorrow, or if that was the protest.)
Since Mum had Monday off, it being a bank holiday (a bank is the delivery-drone company's main account), and more importantly my uncle did not have the day off, I got dragged up to see my aunt and my cousin to exchange holiday gifts and have lunch. We managed not to veer onto politics the whole time, which pretty much proves my assertion that the open conflict is my uncle's doing. It's a shame, because it means Mum doesn't get to see her sister very often anymore. (Mum can't find their house without me along...)
One curious item to report from the trip: as we passed through the no-man's-land of Adult Entertainment Establishments that cluster around the state line on 41, I noted that although it was 12:30 on a Monday afternoon, the parking lots were very full. Gives one pause, that; don't these people have jobs where they don't have to go out in the cold to access porn on their lunchbreaks? Damn employers and their crackdowns on recreational internet use...
It's been too cold to take a shower for more than a week. The primary obstacle has been that our chronically bizarre plumbing has been delivering icewater to the bathroom for even longer than this coldsnap, which I suspect has more than a little to do with why the pipes keep freezing; between the "hot" water never getting warmer than tepid under these conditions, and the periodic interruptions of service as broken pipes require fixing, I'm strongly disinclined even to try for a shower except on the rare occasions that I have to go outside and see people, and not even then last weekend. But my hair is starting to hurt, so I'll make an attempt later tonight, if current milder conditions hold up.
(Despite the deep-freeze we've been sunk in, one of the sights of the weekend was a group of about 100 anti-Bush protestors making their way up Broadway on Saturday, followed at a distance (and separated by a cop) by maybe a dozen pro-Bush counterdemonstrators. Not sure if they were practicing for tomorrow, or if that was the protest.)
Since Mum had Monday off, it being a bank holiday (a bank is the delivery-drone company's main account), and more importantly my uncle did not have the day off, I got dragged up to see my aunt and my cousin to exchange holiday gifts and have lunch. We managed not to veer onto politics the whole time, which pretty much proves my assertion that the open conflict is my uncle's doing. It's a shame, because it means Mum doesn't get to see her sister very often anymore. (Mum can't find their house without me along...)
One curious item to report from the trip: as we passed through the no-man's-land of Adult Entertainment Establishments that cluster around the state line on 41, I noted that although it was 12:30 on a Monday afternoon, the parking lots were very full. Gives one pause, that; don't these people have jobs where they don't have to go out in the cold to access porn on their lunchbreaks? Damn employers and their crackdowns on recreational internet use...