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I will believe there's a big internet war going on because nothing wants to load completely today. LJ isn't usually this logey, but even the Star hangs and thinks about it forever.

OTOH maybe it's just my outdated Firefox catching up with me.

In other minor nuisances, I never realized how much I use my middle finger for typing until it ingrew a fingernail.

(WTF? Three tries to make the post buttons load?)

'My fragile life'

I wish I had a snowflurries icon, because that's what we've been having yesterday and today, and very pretty they are too. Cold always makes me happy.

Phyllis McGinley also has something called A Ballade of Lost Objects. I know nothing of her losses, but the title resonates. My careless habit of shoving my watch into the outside pocket of the backpack has resulted in me losing my watch-- though memory insists I just took it off somewhere upstairs and put it down. My equal carelessness with my reading glasses has lost me the travelling pair, twice now in fact. And I discover that the one crawling anxiety that meditation is powerless to disperse is that my refrigerator is ceasing to refrigerate correctly.

(ETA: the glasses reappear, impossibly. In coat pocket-- 'oh but those are the ones I took from the living room this afternoon'-- except the living room glasses are sitting on the living room table as ever. Meanwhile, one grey support sock ($45 a pair) has irretrievably vanished. The universe's arithmetic.)

But pitas is back, sort of: the last page in anyone's journal, at least, if not the archive. Which is good, because I'd forgotten when pitas went down.
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