marcellinafuriosa: Jan Cornelisz Verspronck, "Girl in a blue dress" (little girl)

My paycheck *and* my tax rebate came today! Bank account, welcome back to four digits!  How long can I *keep* you there? 

I don't know why, because I didn't get the proper amount of sleep last night (I stayed up too late looking at www.regretsy.com, a gallery of ugly, tasteless and feeble things people are trying to sell on etsy and ebay (nothing our dear spoothbrush makes would *ever* end up there) and laughing my head off) but I felt bing back on form today.  Accomplished a *couple* of things on my to-do list and processed a trunkload of ancient Johann Strauss piano waltzes (the Rose waltz and the Princess Auguste waltz and the Sleepwalker waltz and the waltz for a particular railway line, all with darling engraved covers (the Devil waltz had a pretty woman in a black ballet dress with horns and a tail- it would work even today as a naughty Halloween costume).  I started to notice the things he left *out*- no Pig waltz, no Whig Party waltz, no Uncle Friedrich's Collection of Butterflies waltz, no Interesting-Looking Rock waltz).

The students and I laughed ourselves silly (even our head librarian laughed) at some of the cover photos for some of the biographies we were processing.  Especially this one. I will MISS THEM SO (the students, not so much the biographies.) The thing is, of course, that peaches-and-cream skin is not an essential requirement for successful musical composition.  But couldn't he have used another picture?

The rents are trying to lose weight (meanwhile, I've *finally* got to the point where I like the size and shape I am) and have imposed various restrictions on themselves.  The only thing I'm trying to do is drink lots of water, which does have a salubrious effect on my temper, if today was anything to go by.  The Singing Detective eyelids are sticking around, though.
marcellinafuriosa: (Marion)
You know one of the things I really, really like about books?  All of an institution's available public *books* don't mysteriously stop working for two hours.  On the weekend, when the IT helpdesk is closed and you have to call the emergency number.  Upon which you learn that this has happened across your institution.

Oh, drat, I should have put something in the Twitter or Facebook feed!  Both after I'd learned they'd stopped and at three when they started up again.

Apart from that, we did OK.  Even though the train was *ten* minutes late.  I was able to get to work in time to do a speedy opening, thanks to the energy burst from a wondrous sandwich of last night's chick peas and tuna, which I ate while waiting for the bloody late train.

The farm across the road from where I catch the train was having a sheep-shearing fest today.  I wish I could have gone.  Isn't it a little early and a little cold to be sending the poor sheep out with nothing on?   

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