In Which It Is Further Demonstrated That Kivrin Is So Not Over Tony Head

Yesterday was a snow day, which was EXCELLENT. The accumulation wasn't snow so much as nasty icy slush, so I had no conflict about sticking to indoor pursuits. (Had it been beautiful with fluffy white snow, I would have wanted to go walk in it, if not actually play in it, and would have had regrets in any and all directions.) I went to some friends' house for pancakes, then came home and did laundry (including experiments in getting deodorant crud off t-shirts), tidied my room, scrubbed the kitchen sink and slew some encrusted grime in the bathroom*, read more of Honor Moore's memoir The Bishop's Daughter and watched the Anthony Head version of Persuasion and drank a lot of tea.

Today is cold and bright, and I spent the morning careening between enjoying that (and enjoying feeling rested, and enjoying supervising a congenial volunteer who's doing some data entry, and enjoying anticipating an upcoming visit from my parents and this evening's choir rehearsal), and feeling anxious about the people in the reading room, the mess in my office, this evening's choir rehearsal, the upcoming visit from my parents, my grandmother's health, my long-distance friendships, and my general existential/vocational okayness or lack thereof.

So. Some media blather.

( The Bishop's Daughter )

( Persuasion (200X film) )

Tangentially, here I shall enumerate

WHY I WATCHED ALL OF MERLIN

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Coming sometime: Why I Watch Hustle.