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mctabby posted Summary Executions Part XXXIII, the latter which had me spamming catrinella with tasteless jokes about "werecows" and "Vampizim" -- none of which are actually funny enough to repeat here, but at the time, it cheered me up considerably (I was having a bout of missing my cat in tandem with a major attack of unproductivity), as did the effervescence of Miz C. herself.
Yesterday was, in fact, a gorgeous day -- the thunderstorm had cleared out by daybreak, so the world was freshly rinsed and brilliant and sunny and marvelous. I wrote about 800 words before leaving for church, where I managed to sing for both services (in spite of still feeling like there's a softball-sized hairball lodged in my lungs). The morning songs were all favorites ("Where My Free Spirit Onward Leads," "Abide With Me," and "For All the Saints"), Rev. Gail read an extraordinary litany ("In this sanctuary, there sits...") for Joys and Concerns, and her "All Soul's Day" sermon was funny and provocative and packed with intriguing details (such as the fact that "ghost" and "guest" come from the same root, "geist"....). And, at home, there are both trees still in green and trees now in red and orange splendor, and the berries on the holly are now bright red -- which, combined, has me feeling a bit as though I'm suspended simultaneously amongst three seasons at once. I should write about that...
mctabby posted Summary Executions Part XXXIII, the latter which had me spamming catrinella with tasteless jokes about "werecows" and "Vampizim" -- none of which are actually funny enough to repeat here, but at the time, it cheered me up considerably (I was having a bout of missing my cat in tandem with a major attack of unproductivity), as did the effervescence of Miz C. herself. Yesterday was, in fact, a gorgeous day -- the thunderstorm had cleared out by daybreak, so the world was freshly rinsed and brilliant and sunny and marvelous. I wrote about 800 words before leaving for church, where I managed to sing for both services (in spite of still feeling like there's a softball-sized hairball lodged in my lungs). The morning songs were all favorites ("Where My Free Spirit Onward Leads," "Abide With Me," and "For All the Saints"), Rev. Gail read an extraordinary litany ("In this sanctuary, there sits...") for Joys and Concerns, and her "All Soul's Day" sermon was funny and provocative and packed with intriguing details (such as the fact that "ghost" and "guest" come from the same root, "geist"....). And, at home, there are both trees still in green and trees now in red and orange splendor, and the berries on the holly are now bright red -- which, combined, has me feeling a bit as though I'm suspended simultaneously amongst three seasons at once. I should write about that...
