Greetings from Library Land

I feel like I must be on the moon, and I walked there every step. In other words, physically exhausted. I have been sleeping, but not enough, I guess. If this is what I feel like on Monday, Friday's not looking too good.

Things are quiet today in the land of the library. There were many classes in, but none of them doing research (mostly using the computers for lab simulations and graphing and crap like that), so I've been engaged in a large clerical project. Sadly, not so stimulating to the brain.

Okay, let's see. It snowed here on Saturday, and not in the good way. It was wet,heavy snow that stuck, sometimes rain, sometimes snow. We were supposed to go out to dinner with the fam, but the Hubs had a cold, and with the weather, it just made no sense for anyone to drive up to us just to go out to dinner.

I'm skirting an issue, because I haven't made a decision yet. He who was formerly the GF -- R's Gentleman Friend -- is now my son-in-law to be. I can no longer refer to him as the GF, but the SIL is already in use for my sister-in-law. I need a blog name for him! I'm considering Son, but that would be confusing, and someday K will have a hub as well, so I don't know. I could call him SonL1, butt seems too complicated. I could call him by his initial -- E -- but I already use that for my dear friend E, the ultimate Jewish mother. Help! For now, perhaps I will use Player, as in Player to be Named Later. Not that we're trading for him. But that works, since he is also a big gamer. Player. R and the Player. Okay, that works for now. (But I'll take suggestions.)

Okay, so R had come up here on Saturday because the girls and their two cousins on the Hubs' side had their portrait done at Sears as a Christmas gift for their grandparents. (The MIL has been asking for this for 15 years now.) After that, R and K and I went to *gasp* David's Bridal, where the bride to be tried on gowns. Oh let me tell you, this is fun. One of them was so beautiful it brought tears to my eyes, no joke. No decisions, because first they need to find a place and a date, and that will impact the final choice of gown, but yes, it was fun.

The Player was going to drive up and meet us for dinner, but at that point, R just went home; it really was very nasty out. I did a lot of vegging and reading this weekend, but I also got back to the Wii fit -- twice -- and did some solid work on my Christmas list. Not so much on the shopping, but since everything is coming from Amazon, I can wait until next weekend.

The FIL is due to come out of the hospital on Friday, and come home. The MIl says she has help set up there, all of which will be good, I hope. The FIL is feeling pretty good, which I'm guessing anybody would who lost that much weight. His problem, remember, was congestive heart failure, so they've had him on diuretics and all that, and a stict diet, and I am told that he now weighs something just over 200 pounds, which means that in the last month in the hospital, he lost well over a hundred pounds. Can you imagine? I haven't seen him in a couple of weeks, although I hope to get down there this Sunday; I'm told that I wouldn't recognize him (except of course that he'll be in his house and in his chair and all that.)

Okay, books. I finished New York by Edward Rutherfurd, and although I enjoyed it, it was a little odd. The last couple hundred pages of the book were off somehow, as if they'd switched editors, and the second one didn't pick up some things that needed work. A spelling error here and there, and a few real British expressions left in that should have been corrected for the American setting of the book. (Doctors here do not have "surgeries," they have offices. For example.) Now I'm being a sheep and reading The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown. He does not excite me as a writer, and I'm not a fan of suspense and chasing people around, but I am a fan of history and Washington D.C., so there ya go. Perhaps I will finish it tonight, or perhaps tomorrow.

I have to go for bloodwork after school, for a change, and hopefully that will put to rest this whole anemia of chronic disease thing. They will see that there is nothing else wrong with me -- okay, nothing is a relative term here -- and let it go. I don't care for the other alternatives, so this is the one I'm having.

Today is December 7th, also known as the day that will live. (...in infamy, etc.) I'm just saying.


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