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The psychological effects of darkness...
Nov. 27th, 2011 08:10 pmIt gets dark—or seems to, anyway—pretty early around these parts. Right now, the "objective" time is about a quarter after 6 in the evening, but the "subjective" time in my head says it ought to be getting on about 9 pm or so. It's playing havoc with my efforts at the keyboard.
I finally got off the exercise dime this morning and took Shiloh for a good, long walk. A number of interesting mushroom specimens have had an opportunity to crop up since the last time I did this.
Among other finds, there was one group of gilled mushrooms that had sprouted from the ground in what I have come to call "stinkhorn alley":
Down by the Long Island Sound, I spied a different group of gilled mushrooms growing from a tree stump.
When we got back, I dragged four tarps of leaves from the front yard to a corner of the property that my stepdad traditionally used to pile leaves. (There is a small hill there now, of what looks like incredibly rich black soil.) If the weather holds and I can keep up that pace, I ought to be finished with the leaves in a couple of weeks.
If the weather holds. (Did I mention that?)
Between Thursday (which was not a productive translation day), Friday (which was a poorly productive translation day), and yesterday, I managed to bag about 8,000 target words. Today's haul has been 3,500 target words, and there are fewer than 3,000 source words left, which is about as whittled down as it's going to get for the rest of the evening. Tomorrow morning, I must start the day with a despeckle and a delivery, after which I can return to the grind. Incoming work will only complicate life, but I'll find a way to deal with it, if it comes to that. <grin>
Cheers...
I finally got off the exercise dime this morning and took Shiloh for a good, long walk. A number of interesting mushroom specimens have had an opportunity to crop up since the last time I did this.
Among other finds, there was one group of gilled mushrooms that had sprouted from the ground in what I have come to call "stinkhorn alley":
Down by the Long Island Sound, I spied a different group of gilled mushrooms growing from a tree stump.
When we got back, I dragged four tarps of leaves from the front yard to a corner of the property that my stepdad traditionally used to pile leaves. (There is a small hill there now, of what looks like incredibly rich black soil.) If the weather holds and I can keep up that pace, I ought to be finished with the leaves in a couple of weeks.
If the weather holds. (Did I mention that?)
Between Thursday (which was not a productive translation day), Friday (which was a poorly productive translation day), and yesterday, I managed to bag about 8,000 target words. Today's haul has been 3,500 target words, and there are fewer than 3,000 source words left, which is about as whittled down as it's going to get for the rest of the evening. Tomorrow morning, I must start the day with a despeckle and a delivery, after which I can return to the grind. Incoming work will only complicate life, but I'll find a way to deal with it, if it comes to that. <grin>
Cheers...
