Grapefruit and St Lucy candles
Figured out needed walking directions to the Gates Foundation Discovery Center. Had a good time in spite of annoying accessibility moments. Also figured out if I read the WHOLE email there are reasonable points about the walking directions. Who said I am reasonable all the time?
Grapefruit seem to be a wonderful thing to eat before bed particularly after reminding oneself that McDonalds is WAY less appealing to Adult RantWoman than it was to child RantWoman's imagination.
Sleep total from all this: 4.5 hours. Weirdly Sort of enough and not same desire to keep sleeping as longer sleeps.
RantWoman decided to get an early rush on Friday tactile graphics. Good thing because STUFF occurred. Friday the 13th is St Lucy's day. RantWoman found this lovely candles image that turned out okay visually below but there was too much and it did not work well for finding things with one's fingers. Also Rantwoman will let readers use the Google or the search bar on the blog to find maybe tighter thematic treatment of the meaning of St Lucy's day. Like many saints, St. Lucy was a little bit disturbed.
Last night's other excuse for not going to bed at a reasonable hour: the Brexit vote. Morbidly fascinating.
And speaking of not wanting to listen to words all night, I THOUGHT I set the sleep interval on the talking book player. Eiether I did not set it or blame the cat.
Praise Jesus god handouts for tomorrow (Saturday) by email. Extravagant hugs and kisses to everyone who makes alternate formats look easy.
Grapefruit seem to be a wonderful thing to eat before bed particularly after reminding oneself that McDonalds is WAY less appealing to Adult RantWoman than it was to child RantWoman's imagination.
Sleep total from all this: 4.5 hours. Weirdly Sort of enough and not same desire to keep sleeping as longer sleeps.
RantWoman decided to get an early rush on Friday tactile graphics. Good thing because STUFF occurred. Friday the 13th is St Lucy's day. RantWoman found this lovely candles image that turned out okay visually below but there was too much and it did not work well for finding things with one's fingers. Also Rantwoman will let readers use the Google or the search bar on the blog to find maybe tighter thematic treatment of the meaning of St Lucy's day. Like many saints, St. Lucy was a little bit disturbed.
Last night's other excuse for not going to bed at a reasonable hour: the Brexit vote. Morbidly fascinating.
And speaking of not wanting to listen to words all night, I THOUGHT I set the sleep interval on the talking book player. Eiether I did not set it or blame the cat.
Praise Jesus god handouts for tomorrow (Saturday) by email. Extravagant hugs and kisses to everyone who makes alternate formats look easy.
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