Currents of Time

Do not ask why I am awake at this unholy hour.

So, my week. Well, week and a half. My parents had been planning on hopping over to visit my brother for a bit, do some other random sight-seeing things... The dog is old and feeble and requires a lot of special care, and since my parents were having trouble sitting down and deciding on when to go, they didn't bother booking him and the cat at the kennel. They'd actually asked me a bit ago if I could house-and-pet sit while they were out, and I agreed to, on the conditions that they give me enough warning that I could inform my internship people and wrap up any business here in town, and that there be food in the house. Not, you know, meals, but at least ingredients, yeah? So, last Monday circa 7 pm, my mother contacts me over AIM to let me know they're leaving the next morning, surprise.

( So there was that. )

And then, despite having done nothing much beyond sit all week, I turned on the television to set it up to record later and discovered BBC America was just about to run all of Torchwood: Children of Earth and so somehow I ended up watching that. I did remember to record the Doctor Who special that was on after, at least. (My father wanted to see it, but he was too tired after driving all over the place, so instead of him coming over to watch it, his cassette came over, instead. The poor thing is started to wear a bit thing, but I think the image and sound should be okay...?)

AND THEN I got Aniko watching Doctor Who somehow (???) and right now she's watching the end of series two (Doomsday).


In completely unrelated news, today - yesterday? WEDNESDAY - was the last day of my internship! Now I just need to write a paper and get this all in to the instructor somehow. I am very sad it is over, but at the same time, it is kind of nice? Also, once my current round of blisters clears up, then new ones won't appear. Which, you know, bonus.


Still exhausted all the time, but definitely feeling much better. I hope to be done coughing within the next week or so...

Yesterday was the first time the water was really a little rough. Sky was all cloudy, wind was blowing, water was cold and a bit choppy, and by a bit, I mean a little more than a bit but not yet at a lot. And of course this was one of the stations with a long ride out to it. We slammed along through the waves, anyway!

I made a lot of friends.

Here is approximately (DRAWN IN PAINT OKAY) how the supplies in the boat were set up when we left:

( IMAGE! )

And here is how things were when we arrived!

( ANOTHER IMAGE! )

EVEN THE HOSE. It had been sufficiently jostled and had unwound itself and started creeping out of the hole it gets stuffed into! I had one foot on the plastic box and the other wedged between the tub with the anchor and the blue crate. It was awkward. Not as bad as it could have been, though, because the wind wasn't blowing water from the waves into the boat (most of the time). Got pretty good at reading the wave patterns and knowing when to shift my weight around so that I didn't get completely rattled, too, and aside from being tired when I got back (which, you know, is about the norm these days), I felt fine, so I thought nothing of it.

I woke up this morning, though, and my bones just HURT. I could not for the life of me figure out why (I know, kind of sad, but it was still too early). Then we got in the boat again and puttered off and hit a wave and OH RIGHT THIS IS WHY MY SPINE AND ISCHIUM FEEL LIKE THEY'VE BEEN SMASHED TO LITTLE BITS.


Today the water was a little smoother, at least! Though at our first station, we stopped and turned just right so a wave came crashing over the side and completely soaked me. It was warm and sunny, though, so I dried fast.


Also, my current greatest fear is that one day we'll hit a rough spot just right and the anchor will come flying out of its tub (that's happened already, actually, if you interpret flying as, it fell out) and smash me in the knees or the face or something (that part, of course, has not). I do not really know where this comes from. I don't regard the anchor as malevolent or bitter, I just assume it is going to attack me for some bizarre reason.

I want to make a slightly more detailed post about what my internship entails, but so far the days where I am both awake and coherent and able to connect to the internet have numbered zero. (Was home for weekend and got lots of nice sleep, but wireless internet is inexplicably broken there.) So tired.


Funny story about my brother and car... Parents gave him the Toyota, since they're looking to buy new cars. Brother has had car not even two days (hasn't even driven it yet), we get in it to go out to dinner and for no readily apparent reason, it just does not start. It worked fine earlier that afternoon when Mom took it out for groceries, but now it is dead and he can't get back to campus (where he is working for the summer, though he can at least work from home, since he has his work computer). So after, I dunno, seven years, maybe of largely flawless service, the thing suddenly up and dies as soon as the name it's registered under changes. Brother: not amused. (We think it's that a wire got disconnected when it was in for service recently and I remember the explanation but damned if I can make it come out in a way that makes sense right now.)



Have theme for subject lines. Strongly suspect no one will guess it, but it entertains me, which is the real purpose, anyway.

(SPEED EDIT I picked this one at random, but it actually kind of applies to what I did today, so go go subconscious, I guess.)



...If only hair would dry a bit faster, could be in bed asleep right now. Why, hair. Why.