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desperanceTurtlus Interruptus! That young demon G'Kwan thought it would be funny to turn off the power strip beneath Karen's desk, which turns off the router inter alia. Also her computer, which is why I hesitated over turning it back on again, because I don't know the protocols for restarting a Mac after a powercut, and I worried about doing something wrong. As one does.
But then I wanted to talk to the internest, as one does. So.
In other news, the nice cleaning ladies came, and were nice, and didn't let the cats out. Actually the boys and I hid in the back room, where I did useful things mostly concerned with shifting stuff around, to allow access to my desk tomorrow (my desk! in America!) while the boys alternately listened at the door and stared out of the window. And then the cleaning ladies nicely went away, and left the whole house lovely; and then I scuttled up to Lucky's in the rain (Californian rain! it was all warm) to buy salad stuffs and dairy and so forth. And now I have made soup, a sort of thick pork-and-vegetable base; and I'm going to see if I can liven it up with a kind of deconstructed pesto with watercress and oil and pine nuts and parmesan. And bacon. With a green salad and marinated beets on the side, and maybe strawberry shortcake for dessert if K is up for it. Which if I was alone I would be doing none of this, none. Well, I might have made the soup. But... Yeah. It's good to have someone to cook for.
(Also my Sevilles are here, and we are negotiating for a pan.)
But then I wanted to talk to the internest, as one does. So.
In other news, the nice cleaning ladies came, and were nice, and didn't let the cats out. Actually the boys and I hid in the back room, where I did useful things mostly concerned with shifting stuff around, to allow access to my desk tomorrow (my desk! in America!) while the boys alternately listened at the door and stared out of the window. And then the cleaning ladies nicely went away, and left the whole house lovely; and then I scuttled up to Lucky's in the rain (Californian rain! it was all warm) to buy salad stuffs and dairy and so forth. And now I have made soup, a sort of thick pork-and-vegetable base; and I'm going to see if I can liven it up with a kind of deconstructed pesto with watercress and oil and pine nuts and parmesan. And bacon. With a green salad and marinated beets on the side, and maybe strawberry shortcake for dessert if K is up for it. Which if I was alone I would be doing none of this, none. Well, I might have made the soup. But... Yeah. It's good to have someone to cook for.
(Also my Sevilles are here, and we are negotiating for a pan.)