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Seriously fed up with computers right now. OMFG. Hard drive salvaged from old computer appears to have died, because naturally when it was first removed and still functional I decided I didn't have time to mess with it right then. WHY WHY WHY WHY did I not just copy everything over first!! DVDROM continues to not work at all; CDROM works about 30% of the time.

Help me, Trailing Edge. You're my only hope.

Rose is having a sleepover chez Grandma tonight, so: grownup day! So far spent napping, cleaning up, foiling glass, and watching Labyrinth. ♥ ♥ ♥ What a great movie. I love how they make it understatedly clear that this other world is imaginary without making it "just" imaginary - without making it any less real.

Still on the agenda: dinner out! Also laundry (bleh) over Mad Men. Or possibly The Nature of Things, of which there is awesomely ten episodes available for streaming on Netflix.

Definitely feeling better. Thank God. Spent 2h tonight tidying and going through paper and finance shit that I have been mostly ignoring in my prostrate exhaustion the last little while. The finance shit was alarming in its disarray at first, but fortunately the unpaid bills I let pile up are matched by a pile of uncashed cheques. This is how we spell "relief".

More tomorrow, maybe, I have to get my ass to bed.

I ♥ my family.

Also: the fog of exhaustion - is it lifting a little?? Maybe???? Fingers crossed!

So for those not on my facebook flist, we are expecting baby #2 in July.

Until we know whether the new baby is a boy or a girl, zie will be known as Snimm (from the same Dr. Seuss story as Zanzibar).

I had a dream about nursing Snimm last night. In the dream, Snimm was a she.

I have had an odd certainty for a while now that Snimm will be a girl. Not sure though whether to chalk this up to intuition or a habit of thinking - you know, since I am used to putting the labels "my child" and "girl" together. On one hand, the dream could weigh in as further evidence. On the other hand, it could just be a product of said habit of thinking, especially given that in the dream Snimm looked very much like Rose (and not even Rose as an infant, but Rose as she looks now.)

When I was pregnant with Rose, though, I did dream repeatedly that she was a girl before we found out at the 18 week ultrasound. In most of those dreams she was just out of sight, but in one memorable one she looked kind of like one of those glowworm toys. So I'm not sure the visual my brain came up with is really anything to go on. And in any case, it's not like sisters never look alike.

Will be interesting to see whether I'm right. Chances are 50%, right?

The wacky toy she is playing with in this photo at 6 months old?

She has lately taken to calling it "chicken".

Cracks me up every time.

OMFG super awesome blog about crafts for/with kids. Check out the storm trooper mask these guys made out of milk jugs! And the foam bath murals!!

The twos, they are terrible. Holy mother of god.

Finished Cryoburn. Was disappointed. Too much of other characters telling how Miles is awesome and/or recapping previous books and/or exposition about various characters and "where are they now??" - she's usually more deft about that kind of info-dumping. Not enough wild adventures and/or clever maneuvering demonstrating Miles' awesomeness. Ekaterin sidelined (again!) Not enough personal stake in the plot. I wanted to read the book that STARTED with the last two pages.

...except it turns out the OTHER thing standing between me and landscaping of doom is a sad lack of extra pairs of arms. I know I am capable of schlepping 1.5 tons of crushed rock from point A to point B, having done it last year. Brazenly brave and brawny though I may be, however: loading and unloading 150 square feet of bricks AND 1.5 tons of crushed rock AND a cubic yard of sand, by myself, brick by brick and shovelful by shovelful, all within the six hours or so that I will have a vehicle rented? Hmmmm, maybe not.

Well, I will have cheapass bricks, anyway! And if they have to sit in a pile in the throughway until the spring, well, it's not like it has to look nice out there in the winter anyway.

Le sigh.