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With a serpent coiled under his collar
Happy Saint Patrick's Day. I am not catching a bus to Northampton to see the National Theatre's Frankenstein with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
teenybuffalo. I am, I think, trying not to move very much. I may go outside, where it's sunny and almost springlike, and bask. I can see the swans are back on the reservoir.
Comments notification appears to be finally un-borking itself, however, so at least I can catch up on conversations I've missed. And there's always the hope of a repeat broadcast.
P.S. Caitlín has posted photographs from the last two days of editing deathmarch. I rather like the one of us on the couch. The train station, however, I really should remember not to try to talk when people are taking my picture.
teenybuffalo. I am, I think, trying not to move very much. I may go outside, where it's sunny and almost springlike, and bask. I can see the swans are back on the reservoir.Comments notification appears to be finally un-borking itself, however, so at least I can catch up on conversations I've missed. And there's always the hope of a repeat broadcast.
P.S. Caitlín has posted photographs from the last two days of editing deathmarch. I rather like the one of us on the couch. The train station, however, I really should remember not to try to talk when people are taking my picture.
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Let it percolate in the brainless skull, and when the brain returns, it will be done.
And that sounds like something from an early 17th century book of medicine...
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Doubling as a cookbook.