survived the chocolate coconut bar, the popcorn, the cashews but awake past 3 am with sudoku
RantWoman made it somewhere close to 5 hours counting going back to bed for 1.5 hours after breakfast. If RantWoman had been listening to level of sleepiness it mighrt have made sense to stop ignoring the google calendar reminders and go to bed by say 11:30. As it was go home when first computer shutdown ok or cancel warning comes along and still....
Mornintg achievements included routing a number of Christmas gifts along in the universe checking some neglected mail, and taking out a whole shopping cart full of paper recycling, compost, trash.
Meditation possible upon shopping cart issues, both the grocery store kind that tend to migrate to RantWoman's building, to get used for decidedly un shopping purposes and then sometimes migrated back from whence they came, and shopping carts suitable for collecting many bags during a day's travels but that officially have an owner other than the grocery store or other retail experiment.
Put Christmas tree on precious balcony. Mental note: pay attention when balcony and breezeway appear in same paragraph....
Meditations along the way: #16 Shipbuilders St and the end of the line announcement on the nearest train stop: it was an apartment 5 people lived in and smaller than where 1 RantWoman lives now. And whereas RantWoman looks out on the Lighthouse factory on one side and on her precious shared balcony on the other side. When RantWoman lived on Shipbuilders St. for a study abroad experience RantWoman looked out on antiaircraft guns to the N and a long street during white nights in early summer sometimes travelled at dusk, as in at 2 am by a motorcycle with a very bad muffler. But both colleagues from the trip who have visited RantWoman's current abode have also remarked about how much it reminds them of 16 Shipbuilders St. Well except for better lighting, more space, giant elevators that work a higher percentage of the time... in other words an awfully damn lot to be gtrateful for in spite of, um, interesting neighbors.
But that means RantWoman finds it easy to miss out on..(artifact: RantWoman has no idea what she had in mind)
Other topical Russian New Year semi non-sequitur. Ufa, on the Volga river. 10 below if one went outside. . A christmas tree. Someone's brothers thrilled with clothes that mostly came from thrift stores. Much alcohol, caffeine, chocolate; biorythms rattled by 13-hour time difference from Seattle. 6 hours of daylight,. Relatives who wanted to talk about abortion. over alcohol. During Ramadan. Probably tops the lifetime list for weird conversations about abortion.
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2020.
Mornintg achievements included routing a number of Christmas gifts along in the universe checking some neglected mail, and taking out a whole shopping cart full of paper recycling, compost, trash.
Meditation possible upon shopping cart issues, both the grocery store kind that tend to migrate to RantWoman's building, to get used for decidedly un shopping purposes and then sometimes migrated back from whence they came, and shopping carts suitable for collecting many bags during a day's travels but that officially have an owner other than the grocery store or other retail experiment.
Put Christmas tree on precious balcony. Mental note: pay attention when balcony and breezeway appear in same paragraph....
Meditations along the way: #16 Shipbuilders St and the end of the line announcement on the nearest train stop: it was an apartment 5 people lived in and smaller than where 1 RantWoman lives now. And whereas RantWoman looks out on the Lighthouse factory on one side and on her precious shared balcony on the other side. When RantWoman lived on Shipbuilders St. for a study abroad experience RantWoman looked out on antiaircraft guns to the N and a long street during white nights in early summer sometimes travelled at dusk, as in at 2 am by a motorcycle with a very bad muffler. But both colleagues from the trip who have visited RantWoman's current abode have also remarked about how much it reminds them of 16 Shipbuilders St. Well except for better lighting, more space, giant elevators that work a higher percentage of the time... in other words an awfully damn lot to be gtrateful for in spite of, um, interesting neighbors.
But that means RantWoman finds it easy to miss out on..(artifact: RantWoman has no idea what she had in mind)
Other topical Russian New Year semi non-sequitur. Ufa, on the Volga river. 10 below if one went outside. . A christmas tree. Someone's brothers thrilled with clothes that mostly came from thrift stores. Much alcohol, caffeine, chocolate; biorythms rattled by 13-hour time difference from Seattle. 6 hours of daylight,. Relatives who wanted to talk about abortion. over alcohol. During Ramadan. Probably tops the lifetime list for weird conversations about abortion.
HAPPY NEW YEAR 2020.
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