Listening to: still Bobby Caldwell and Linda Eder
Reading: Nothing!
Weather: 53 and rain
Trivia: WAS MATA HARI A REAL PERSON?
Yes. Mata Hari - which means "child of the dawn" - was born Margaret Gertrude Zelle in the Netherlands in 1876. A dancer and courtesan, she was arrested as a German spy at a Paris hotel in February 1917...and tried, convicted and executed in October of that year.
Cool word: alacrity [n. uh-LAK-rih-tee]
This word usually appears in the phrase "with alacrity." If you act with alacrity, then you are responding promptly and cheerfully. Alacrity can also be readiness, willingness or eagerness. Example:"When the prize committee sent me a mysterious note, I replied with
alacrity." Someone who acts with alacrity is alacritous [adj. uh-LAK-rih-tus]. Since the 15th century, alacrity has been cheerful responsiveness, either physically or emotionally. It always carries a positive, upbeat quality. The word is based on Latin alacritas (liveliness),
from alacer (lively). A near-synonym is celerity [n. suh-LAIR-ih-tee], which carries the
sense of acting quickly but without the overtone of cheerfulness. It's from Latin celer (swift). Other near-synonyms include dispatch, expedition, hurry, and haste.
Sort-of-sick-day
I ended up leaving work at noon today.
Sickness came over me like a wave, and there was no way I could stay. I knew I had to get home and get there as quickly as I could. I have no idea where this came from, but it was vicious.
So I broke speed limits coming home, (not really, it was raining too hard), got in the apartment, put on my nightgown, took some medicine and went to bed. I slept for four hours, but it was fitful, not a real deep sleep.
I feel better, but not one hundred percent.
I woke up at 4.40 a.m. again this morning. I’ve done this every day for a week. On the weekends it wasn’t so bad, I could go back to sleep for as long as I wanted, but it’s murdering me on weekdays. It only is an hour earlier than when the alarm goes off, so I can’t really fall back to a sound sleep.
I’m starting the day out tired. Which means I’m really a miserable person for most of the day.
I finally finished reading Summer Sisterslast night. Hooray! Hooray! It was o.k. but not one of those books I wished would keep going on forever. I’m damn glad that I finally can move on to something else. I have not a single clue as to what that will be. The stack of books is still high, but I seem to get so tired that trying to read any of them seems foolish.
Obviously I have to be reading at least one book, but I’ll end up crawling through it, no matter what it is.
Maybe I should tackle Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone so I’ll know what the kids are talking about. But maybe I should keep it a secret. It will be total embarrassment if it takes me a month and a half to read it.
I have the attention span of a gnat.
I did send the e-mail to Michael this morning. Finally.
Am I anxious about receiving an answer?
Gee, what makes you ask that? Could it be the fact that I check my mail every five minutes? In spite of the fact that I know he teaches on Monday and isn’t even home?
I’m a moron.
I think I’m suffering from a poor self-image today.
The weather is so cold and miserable that it feels as if winter is right around the corner. I can’t figure out what to wear, and I don’t want to get to far into wearing sweaters yet. Winter clothing is not something I want to deal with yet. Plus I think that I look terrible in everything that I own.
Of course, at the moment I’m trying to remember where I put the electric blanket. I refuse to turn on the heat yet, even though they say we could have a frost by the end of the week.
I am by no means ready for winter and those long gray days.
The fall around here is going to be very disappointing. The drought we had this summer is affecting the intensity of the color. There are none of the bright oranges and magentas and reds that make me love fall in New England. I have no urge to go for a long Sunday drive to look at the colors.
Everything is a dull brown.
This is not what fall should be.
I’ve grumbled way too much for one entry. I need some sleep.
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