fred_mouse

When I started with current employer back in 2017, I had a relatively close cropped hairstyle. Roughly a year later, when I'd been there long enough that I needed a staff photo taken by the on staff photographer, it was below my ears, but not down to my shoulders.

I've been pretty much growing it out since, with trims every 3-6 months (when the kids were in school this was much easier to track, as we just did an everyone has a trim at the start of each term). It is now comfortably to my waist, and I have to be careful where it is when putting the back pack on, doing up my trousers, and sitting on the loo.

It has grown out somewhat curlier than it was, although as the last time I had it this long it was pretty much straight (that was back in 1992; I cut it because I got sick of catching it in my jeans zipper - I haven't done that yet, which suggests it isn't quite as long yet) so 'curlier' isn't much. It does happily form loose ringlets if I comb it right after washing.

I'm in two minds about keeping it this long. On the one hand, I like the feel of it on my back, the weight of it isn't giving me headaches (which I had a lot of in my 20s), and it mostly looks okay. On the other hand, keeping it clean is a nuisance, and getting it dry after washing it when the weather is cold and wet sucks, and I don't use a hair dryer for a whole lot of reasons. On the third hand, what I told myself was that I'd cut it all off when it started properly going grey/white, so that it was all the same colour. Which I have a few white hairs, it is persisting in not actually showing my age, which is only a bit surprising. (I also told myself that I'd cut it when I got my next job, which I haven't done yet).

And today I broke one of my two hair-sticks, so keeping it out of my way slightly less easy than usual (the other is somewhere). I'll use a pencil if I have to, but I also need to work out where to go to acquire more.

Artisanat has gone dancing, and my plans for the evening were to play music! To maybe watch something! To read something that was longer than a short story (and possibly to stay up too late finishing it). To catalogue books! Maybe to shelve books.

Brain says no. I just read the same paragraph of something three times, and I still couldn't follow what was going on. I tried fanfic, and brain was 'I don't give a rodent's about these people'. I tried crochet, which was great, but both of my scrap blocks have run out of the current bit of yarn & I just can't with the decision on what next. I watched 15 minutes of the last episode of Queerstralia, and I couldn't tell you what was going on. Holding the viola sounds like torture. As does listening to my own recorder playing, unless I find the tenor piece I was working on.

So now it is not much past 8pm, and I'm not going to be able to sleep, and argh.

... I have a lot of tabs open. There might be some link postage in my future. Possibly over at meta_warehouse.

seriously, what I achieved today: buy books. catch up with friend. move spare table from lounge to library, where it will be the jigsaw table. read a Brother Cadfael book. I should not be this tired.

Am having one of the half arsed 'is this a migraine or not' sets of symptoms. It might be because I ordered the wrong thing at lunch yesterday (I like ginger fish. except not at the place near work, where the fish is bland, covered in rubbery something, and the sauce is all sugar and no spice. There is a non-zero chance it contains gluten, which might be the entire explanation for my symptoms).

I have some of the pro-drome typical dazed and confused. I have the right side of my face is not talking to the rest of my body properly, except to tell me it hurt a bit (this is kind of a normal migraine symptom, except for usually there is more pain so the dissociated bit is less obviously dissociated? is that even the right word?). Unusually, I can do words, and to some extent sentences, as long as I have time to think between phrases (eg here: needing to wave hands around in the air for several seconds before I could translate 'contiguous subset of sentence' into 'phrase'). Sound is a hit and miss. The first video I picked to watch was 45 minutes of perfectly fine - a recording of a lecture on physical penetration testing. The next video was 'aaaargh'.

I also have the nausea and the random food is not food (today it is carrots. Seriously. the crunch is wrong and echoes through the spaces in my head in a way that feels like touching velvet. Which, ah, I am strongly reactive against and will never voluntarily touch). I would probably eat hot chips if they were in front of me, even though I mostly don't eat them anymore because this is definitely a brown food kind of symptom pattern.

I tried the sleeping and the body was no.

And I had to stop work early because I identified a stupid bug in my code that I had apparently completely missed through all of the testing and I'm going to have to write that section again before we can start to debug the other bits because it isn't doing incremental change it is calculating change at each point from the start of the sequence, which means that even if there is a section that is different, if the end of two sequences are the same, they give the same answer. This is BAD.

(also: my rainfall effect is in the wrong direction. less rain should not cause fungal pathogens to grow better)

just to prove that I can't predict from the way I am in the morning how the day is going to go - got up this morning, managed getting dressed (no shower) and breakfast, and then staggered back to bed about 7am, so shaky that I wasn't safe standing up. And yet, at 8am, got up, walked to the school with seven kids (with youngest child taking her new bike out on its first excursion), walked youngest to the doctor's for a check up (seeing if her ears are getting better - very slightly, but enough that he is just going to to keep watch and make sure they don't get worse, follow up in two months), went to the shops, bought enough groceries to fill a small box, walked home 'helping' youngest to ride and carrying box on head. This took me as far as 10:30am, at which point food was necessary, but a bit of a sit down while eating and dealing with some computer stuff was a sufficient rest. From there, have dealt with remaining paperwork for kitchen* (yay!!!), had lunch with black_samvara, visited Bunnings, Dawsons and one of the junky 'gift' shops hunting a particular thing down, and come home. Mind you, needed a rest when home, which is why I've been sitting and typing for the last hour, but not completely wiped, which would have been predicted from my state this morning!! Am pleased with self - have managed to Get Stuff Done, and not lose/break any children.

* which I managed to sign with Wednesday's date, and the woman watching me didn't mention it. *sigh* Hate it when numbers go awol on me.