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I like the way my voice sounds after spending hours in a loud bar the night before. It's similar to how it sounds to me when I've got a bad sore throat, but not the same. Because of strain the night before, I can't hold my vocal chords the ways I usually do, so it's deeper and richer. That's one check for 'already present' as opposed to 'affect'.

Getting out early in the morning, even if just to get an overpriced bagel, is glorious on the weekends. Most others aren't out, and I can enjoy the start of the day for itself much more easily.

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I think this weekend could basically be reduced to sleeping and drinking, with just enough eating thrown in to keep the fires burning. The monsters still got me up early every day, but I had a full nap every day and several quickies scattered among periods of wakefulness. It might sound slow or depressing, but I find I'm feeling pretty good. I guess I needed the sleep; I haven't been doing all that much lately. There's something glorious about being able to curl up with sleepy kitties and drift off while petting them, and there was enough sun this weekend that I could share the spot in the light with them.

I think I'm back to a flirting/teasing stage with Dissolution lately, and that's actually a lot of fun. As I said to my bar consort m last night, it's a marathon not a sprint, and I can be a good Epicurean if I choose to be.

Some interesting discussions and reflections about intentionality, "ritual" (sorry, I can't even think of that word without scare quotes), marking time as well as doors and embodied meaning. Also, little bits keep coming to me for my probably submission to Marginalia. It would appear one of my subconscious tracks is taking that quite seriously.

It's very nice to know that I don't lose all human contact when fairyhead is away, and that I likely wouldn't be able to if I tried anyway.