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Rob and I had a little discussion this evening about George Lakoff and his latest framing suggestions. But who knows, even if he's finally listened to it may be too little too late:



The linguist in me believe people still want to communicate using words.

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The weekend lethargy continues, although today was much better (at least for me) than yesterday. Got a lot of reading and TV watching done, mostly just relaxed and tried to tell the difference between a potato and Amy Schumer. Why does she get a vegetable and Benedict Cumberbatch get an otter?

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There must be something about summer Saturdays. For the second week in a row I just couldn't get myself going. Woke up around 5:30, went to the bathroom then tumbled right back, didn't get up again until after 9, then did the bare minimum (layout out my pills for the week, weekly comics order, washing dishes) before pretty much collapsing in the living room. Robin wasn't much better. Must be something in the summer heat, combined with the AC, that's taking it out of us. We finally got going around 2 PM and by 4:30 we'd lunched and done all our errands, but still, it's darn frustrating. I hope my omelet dinner will soothe things a bit. I should have gone to IKEA and gotten some recipes...

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Didn't expect a particularly busy day, but that's what life is like sometimes as an admin assistant, you need to be prepared for anything. So I was pretty much on my toes until our early departure at 3 PM, when I decided to go for the local bus-to-subway-to-local bus route again despite the heat and humidity, and was rewarded by getting home nice and early once more. Can't beat an hour and a half commute door-to-door when you hit all the public transit bang on time. Almost like things were designed that way! These things, unfortunately, are designed very badly.

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Alas, I was far from at my best at work today, having gotten up a couple hours early and fallen back asleep fitfully until the alarm taunted me cruelly. And today was indeed crazed. I spent way more energy than I normally would have staying alert enough to deal with everything that came across my desk and into my in-box, and by the end of the day I was even more exhausted (if such a thing is possible) but happy. My left foot seems to be better as well, after wearing a brace all day yesterday, so I went without today. Robin and I had our "date night" dinner in the city and I really wish I had some sugar-free ice cream left in the freezer, but all I have is nifty food packaging ideas.

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I feel like it's the calm before the storm; all of my partners are out today and scheduled to be in tomorrow, and I need to stay alert. In the meantime I'm as caught up as I can be, the humidity has lessened considerably, and tomorrow's weather looks to be gorgeous. Speaking of gorgeous, let's all pose with some sculptures!

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Ouch, my foot. Other than that, I'm fine. Except the cat keeps bothering me. But it could be way, way worse:



Via BoingBoing.

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Finally out of my soaking clothes. Actually my sneakers and socks took the brunt of the flash floods, which turned most Manhattan intersections into rushing rivers. Impossible to cross the street without wading into them, and I had to do that twice then sit on the bus with soaked feet for 90 minutes. I expect I'll really feel it tomorrow, at least in my left foot which feels very weak right now. Amazingly, these real people recreating romance novel covers don't seem to feel the cold either...

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Truth to tell, I didn't feel that much better than yesterday (sorry Mom!), but I forced myself to do the vacuuming as I figured, with the windows closed and the ACs all running, it would help me breathe better, and so it did. I was even able to catch up on ironing all my short-sleeved tops (considering the weather I won't need 3/4 sleeves or long sleeves for awhile), did the finances, and went through a goodly number of comics. But enough about me, today is a special day. In addition to being the birthdays of my comics friends Pat Prentice and Alan Davis, it's Paul McCartney's 75th! So in his honor, and because it's Father's Day as well, here's an adorable video of his superfan Dave Grohl with his own adorable tyke Harper making her professional drumming debut:



Wow, 75 years old. Well, as he once sang (and still does), you'll be older too!

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I don't get it. Today was going to be a good and glorious day. I slept about an hour later than usual, got up and did my wool wash and laid out my pills for the week and ordered my comics and cooked some veg for breakfast whilst Robin scorched some meat, and then... we both crashed. And the day wasn't the same, neither of us could get back on track. I broke a glass, various body parts started acting up, I just felt blah the rest of the day. We really had to push ourselves to do the outside errands in the rain, even though they didn't take long at all. I still feel unsettled. Maybe some meditation will help:



Via Sad and Useless. Which tends to describe how I've felt today...