Back from Celtic summer camp, doing lots of laundry, messing with photos, and processing many memories from short- into long-term memories.  More soon.

I commute to DC for work, and most of my commute is on Metro, DC’s subway system.  I don’t like working so far from home (23.6 miles, 9 of them in a car, with a river in the way during the subway trip).  I am generally happy that I can do most of my commute […]

The guys laid the last of the floor yesterday afternoon and are taking a break from us to go work on some strangers’ floor for a little while.  In the interim, we’re going to try to get some more painting done and to get things back in order.  I’m also going to try to get […]

I can’t drive on Valentine’s Day.  I’ve done it six times, and three of those times I’ve been in very bad car accidents.  I’m not a particularly superstitious person, but I can do basic math and those are horrible odds.  So I arranged to take today off.  I also arranged to have PT and my […]

I spent last weekend with the other Preachainees, celebrating Imbolc the best way we know how–with forges.  Imbolc is Brigid’s holiday, and Brigid is all about creation and transformation, poetry and smithcraft.  We keep Imbolc really casual, because it’s generally very cold outside, which makes planning a camping event tough.  We converge on someone’s house, […]

Sallyjo suggested this great meme, and I was excited to participate: post a photo of a bookshelf that is revealing about your self. Well, really, this is pretty darn easy for me.  I apologize for the flash-induced greasiness.  But there are the opening shelves of our library, and the beginning of my Celtic Studies collection.  […]

You know what’s even better than working from home?  Being informed that the powers-that-be want you to charge eight hours but only work five.  I never ever ever want to go to an actual office again, I’m so spoiled now. Today’s early quitting time could not be a nicer gift.  Since Scott and I grew […]

For a week and a half, I get to work from home.  Sorry–I don’t mean to rub it in.  But few things make me happier.  I’m giddy, I tell you.  And dressed like a homeless woman, or a whimsical girl’s doll.  But with hand-knits.  Unmatched hand-knits, and pink pajama pants with dogs on them.  I […]