I 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 (
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.