Shiny (and not necessarily in a good way)
Apr. 27th, 2010 11:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceMy new monitor is ... glossy. I keep shifting the desk-lamp, but I'm not sure how much that helps. I went to bed last night with a headache that was qualitatively different from the headache I've had for the last month (which I continue to hope is related to the dying tooth, and thus due for a Miracle Cure this afternoon), and this morning my eyes are distinctly reluctant to focus on the screen.
I do not like this, Gunga Din.
Perhaps I'll get used to it, my eyes will adjust? Or, I'm overdue an eye test anyway; do opticians offer special lenses, or prescriptions for the focal length of computer screens (which are really neither one thing nor the other)? I really don't want to have to take the monitor back and say it gives me eyestrain.
[Also, this cat? Is not transparent. Despite his evident conviction...]
Meanwhile, I am here and not here: writing a little, internetting a little, trotting away to do something else and trotting back. I have baked bread, and committed laundry (and learned not to do these two things simultaneously, or at least not to put my oven-gloves in the wash before I take the bread out of the oven). I have matched socks. I have communed with my agent, and we have agreed to accept the Solaris offer for Desdaemona, although it's not ideal; we have also agreed that there's no great anxiety about keeping discreet in re the pseudonym, so I guess I'll be bigging up that Ben Macallan boy closer to the time.
Right now, I might go for a walk, if it weren't for this cat just settling his bad self into my lap. Ah, timing...
I do not like this, Gunga Din.
Perhaps I'll get used to it, my eyes will adjust? Or, I'm overdue an eye test anyway; do opticians offer special lenses, or prescriptions for the focal length of computer screens (which are really neither one thing nor the other)? I really don't want to have to take the monitor back and say it gives me eyestrain.
[Also, this cat? Is not transparent. Despite his evident conviction...]
Meanwhile, I am here and not here: writing a little, internetting a little, trotting away to do something else and trotting back. I have baked bread, and committed laundry (and learned not to do these two things simultaneously, or at least not to put my oven-gloves in the wash before I take the bread out of the oven). I have matched socks. I have communed with my agent, and we have agreed to accept the Solaris offer for Desdaemona, although it's not ideal; we have also agreed that there's no great anxiety about keeping discreet in re the pseudonym, so I guess I'll be bigging up that Ben Macallan boy closer to the time.
Right now, I might go for a walk, if it weren't for this cat just settling his bad self into my lap. Ah, timing...