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Bleak midwinter redivivus
The dead days are certainly that this year. Grey, dank, rain/ snow/ freezing rain. Both knees scream when I stand up, both elbows scream any time, and there is no health within us. Because I'm nearly at the end of my antibiotics I had a g&t this afternoon, which accomplished nothing but make me cruise skipthedishes and order in from a cheap hamburger place. Which was fine for the moment but otherwise... accomplished nothing.
One of those articles that Chrome likes to give you had links to Victorian detective fics, all available at Gutenberg, and I spent a happy hour or so with warm beanbags and the case files of a master criminal. DLed links to two others, one a disappointing 'ghost finder' detective where there are no ghosts, the other a female detective who solves cases through female-type means ie pretending to be a servant and talking to the servants. Did not save the link to the master criminal archive and now Chrome has changed its recs and History assures me I never clicked on the link in the first place.
Probably time for some Buddhist reading since my thoughts grow dark and eschatological.
One of those articles that Chrome likes to give you had links to Victorian detective fics, all available at Gutenberg, and I spent a happy hour or so with warm beanbags and the case files of a master criminal. DLed links to two others, one a disappointing 'ghost finder' detective where there are no ghosts, the other a female detective who solves cases through female-type means ie pretending to be a servant and talking to the servants. Did not save the link to the master criminal archive and now Chrome has changed its recs and History assures me I never clicked on the link in the first place.
Probably time for some Buddhist reading since my thoughts grow dark and eschatological.