awakeI slept eight hours last night.
The last couple of days have been somewhat tumultuous, and have included seeing a new psychiatrist on Friday (and two new meds), and Geoffrey (
readingthedark) visiting on Friday night and sticking around until Saturday afternoon. None of which has been conducive to writing, but all of which was necessary. I am optimistic about the new doctor, though one of the medications is atrociously fucking expensive, and so we're going to be beginning a new round of eBay auctions (the first in quite some time) to help offset the expense (no health insurance, remember). I'll post more about that when the auctions begin. And no, I'd rather not name the meds in question. I feel as though I'm probably saying more than I should as is, and I'm not going to stray into the Land of TMI.I am marveling at the footage and still photos of the eruption of Eyjafjallajökull, and wishing I were in Iceland.
Friday, Spooky and I had lunch at Tortilla Flats on Hope Street (only the seventh time we've eaten in a restaurant in Providence since moving here almost two years ago). Geoffrey arrived before sunset, and most of the evening was spent in conversation: writing, Second Life, books, movies, and so forth. I discovered he'd never seen an episode of Farscape, and we watched two, "A Clockwork Nebari" (2.4) and "Crackers Don't Matter" (2.18). He sprung for dinner from Fellini's on Wickenden. I think I got to bed about 4:30 a.m. On Saturday, more conversation, and Geoffrey headed back to Massachusetts about 3 p.m. or so.
Last night, we watched the new episodes of Fringe, which was excellent, and the very satisfying season finale of Spartacus. We also read more of Gregory Maguire's A Lion Among Men.
I forgot to mention that, on Thursday night, we finally saw Jason Reitman's Up in the Air, and thought it was very, very good; both more humorous and more melancholy than I'd expected.
And today I have to get back on the horse, so to speak. I've got to get Sirenia Digest #53 written. I've lost enough time.
And here are photos from the Charlestown Beach part of Wednesday's frigid trip to the shore, and two from Friday evening:
Charlestown Beach (view to the south). I'm wondering if whoever printed this sign could tell me what a "lifeguar" is?
Charlestown Beach (view to the west), looking towards the jetty where Ninigret Pond empties into Block Island Sound.
A strand of Green Fleece (Codium fragile).
Just glad it's not a crab shack.
Friday, view from the front parlour (to the west).
Geoffrey arrives.
All photographs Copyright © 2010 by Caitlín R. Kiernan.
