Hey, I can hand-write again! And even my normal cursive is back. (Please, dispose used blades safely.)
One of my colleagues left an open blade inside a microtome (that thing that makes thin slices of tissues). I raeched for the manipulator and poked against it, sliced the inner side of my hand down to the bone. They took the stitches off a while ago, but functionality has restored just now. I couldn't hold anything thinner than a cigarette pack for about a month.
The benefit of listening to non-mainstream stuff is that concert tickets cost fuck all. So, in other words, I'm going to my first concert some time in early 2021.
It's not far off 12am here in the UK, and for me its still 20c outside. \o/ I get to sit in my garden chair with the binoculars and stare up at a completely clear sky and look at the stars... I tried it half an hour ago when it was twilight, and guess what....... anyone would think there was a meteor shower going on. Every ten to twenty seconds i spot shooting stars in multiple directions??? Newp! It's Elon Musk's starlink network flying overhead... constantly... And that isn't a moan. I know astronomers hate the little buggers, but they are just like watching shooting stars. Slower, more manageable to watch shooting stars. It's pretty, from an aesthetic point of view. The perseid meteor shower is so hard to catch, same with the other one i forget the name of. Now its like a never ending meteor shower above my head. 5-6 every MINUTE. Its bonkers.
The Leonid meteor shower? I envy you, the light pollution around here (and I live in the suburbs) is such that anything less than Orion is just gone. I miss the sky.
Whoo got my car back, and all it needed was a radiator, so that's good. I feel more independent now, than since Friday afternoon.
Cleaned the bathroom. Getting my upcoming semester figured out. Ran one mile today, half-mile each way. Drinking smart. Vodka has way less calories. Good ol' Tito's. Don't have to work until the 1st, and then I should have the weekend off for the 4th. I'll get to see all my friends; it'll be a big party.
My brother is doing a drawing stream and I'm doing some work at my desk while listening. I got to talk to my niece today. I did most of the actual words talking, she just jabbered and it was as adorable as it sounds. She calls me Ca and I die when she gets a big smile on her face and giggles before saying "Hiiiiiiii Ca!" How do you get up and walk away from that? She's the only kid I like.
I got a job interview on Monday. I'm excited, but for some reason the interview for the local job is a town away. Exploration, I guess.
Steve's Tadpole Diary : Entry ...#3? FROGLETS! I spotted a tiny little thing, no bigger than a grain of rice, hopping under the wood supports in my greenhouse. I thought "Spiders don't jump!" So I went looking amongst the pebbles of my fishpond, and lo and behold- another froglet. I managed to pick him up and get a look at his tiny little translucent legs and it was the cutest little kermit you could ever hope to meet. Now I know they're popping about the place I'm taking my phone with me. I'm determined the next entry will contain a photo
The parents of the goddaughter were apparently quite flirty with each other this weekend. At one point there was much giggling coming from the kitchen. "OH MY GOD. GET A ROOM OR SOMETHING." Kiddo hasn't yet mastered the art of keeping some opinions to herself.