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My friend Catherine is running a series of bat photos and weblinks on facebook.

…. is that they never make it into the oven.

Sometimes we need somebody to relight our candle.  I was able to do that for somebody recently and it didn’t take anything from me, but it had a very heartening effect on someone else, thus the happy feeling I have today.

We watched a wonderful little movie last night called The Last Word.  Sometimes you see a movie and it fits the psychological moment you’re in perfectly, and this was the case.

Singing and churching this weekend, but first, brekky for broter.

Didn’t go into work until noon yesterday because, with the weather, in my estimation it wasn’t safe.  So I have MUCH MUCH TO DO.  I think an early trip in to work is in order.

A strange cat came into the house yesterday and I helped Eddie evict it.  Never heard Eddie make that noise before.

I pulled a cat sized ball of fur off Margot yesterday because I finally got rid of the knots in her armpits. Now Her Explosive Fluffiness has taken up her usual spot (the single most travelled part of the upstairs hallway, where she manages to block three doors at ONCE) and is making her weird breathy burbling noises.

Tomorrow, housefilk.  Sunday, church and soup lunch and congregational meeting.  It will not be a restful weekend, which is a shame, because I really need one.

I was exhausted from only 4 hours sleep the night before, so I crashed out early while Chris was here.  He seems like a very intelligent and observant individual, now in the long recovery from a classic Mennonite upbringing.

Now I have work to do before I go to my paid employment and I am in serious denial.

Also, what the hell is falling from the sky?  Stop snaining, or whatever the hell that precip is.

Keith’s friend Chris is coming over this evening to watch Rocky Horror Picture Show, or something else if that works.

Jeff is humming Black Sabbath and trying to prevent himself from tripping over “the Muffin”.

Butter chicken is simmering on the stove; work, which I had been dreading, is turning out just fine, and I am a valued member of a high functioning team and OMG so happy.  It’s bad, but it’s good, if you know what I mean.  I so respect my colleagues and their humour and effort, and my boss is working himself up into Best Boss Evar range.

Later on I have some church stuff to do.

I got a LOT of musical stuff accomplished, rehearsed with the folks, ate a scrumptious piece of home made from scratch lemon meringue pie courtesy of Peggy, got two walks in yesterday AND Jeff took me for brekky, and church was interesting and challenging, and some other nice stuff happened too.  I feel all rested and happy.

Many interesting things are brewing in my life, some excellent, some execrable, but I’m late for work so I can’t sit around and talk about them.  The Board Meeting went fine.

Staying home.

I walked across a wooden walkway in the dark while helping Katie move some more boxes and wiped out on the frost; I now have a Hollywood Injury â„¢- just large enough to see but not large enough to be serious.  I also have a sore elbow and a bruise on my abdomen as I raised the china boxes above my head to prevent them from being broken.  Which they weren’t.  However they were cushioned by my tummy, so no surprise.  I’m a little sore today.  Wish I had video of it, it probably looked hilarious.

…. for introducing me to Brian Eno. Jeff and I are going to go see him on Monday night.

More rehearsing last night (Keith also attended).  Now I gotta make some soup, clean myself and get going.

I saw that game – Marshawn’s run was amazing live and even more amazing on replay.

Watched Two Lovers and Love Me No More, both good films.

Okay, this is flat out bizarre. I can understand WHY it happens in context of the evolutionary pressures on hoomins, but I still can’t believe it affects me.

Extra bonus.  Bats in blankies.

Extra extra bonus.  Wa wa wa waltzing with bears.

Extra extra extra bonus.  Those crafty people, they get with the meta.

—- and so is most of her stuff.

Cute penguin.  Irate sea lion.

Yes, two more tunes are burbling but not ready to be expelled into an uncaring world.

Debuted the two new songs yesterday; Peggy was industrious and photocopied the lyrics.  I’ll get them the updated 40 Million Light Years.  Tom cracked up when I got to the end of Doctor Who? as he recognized the closing vamp as something out of the Doctor Who theme song.  I mean what are the odds I’d write the song in the same key as the theme.  Waal pretty good ackshully.  But seriously, it was a great practice and Keith worked hard (when he wasn’t being distracted by a three THOUSAND piece puzzle) and the folks were in fine voice.  Patrick from Headwater was talking to Tom when I got there and I had a brief word with him complimenting him on his successful European tour.

Anyway, one of the choons I’m working on is an atheist hymn, which I hope will prompt my mother to go into genteel hysterics of amusement should I ever finish it (verse and chorus only so far), and the other is some kind of rock and roll “I’m a mandolin and did you know Jimmy Page plays mandolin” weirdness.  Also I had a phrase come into my mind as I was dehydrating my hair.  My happiness is temporary, my sadness is temporary, my fear is temporary, my anger is temporary, but the work goes on, the work goes on.  That’s the musical phrasing anyway.

The Christmas break is over; the New Year has begun; what transitory delights and terrors await us in this upcoming year?