So far, since Thursday, I’ve either done the yoga routine twice a day, or I’ve done it once in the morning and something else during the day. That something else can be anything that involves exercise.

Today Bekah and I went on a long walk around the block. It’s soooo nice outside! I wish this kind of weather would stick around for a month or two; it’s my favorite temperature.

Ebay reinstated all my accounts. Whee. That means I can be ‘jennifer’ again! Yay! (Took them long enough, though… sheesh.) Of course I don’t need anything from ebay at the moment, so it’s really a moot point. I’m debating whether or not to begin the storage clean-out now or wait. It would be nice to not to have to move all the stuff I don’t want, but I really don’t see myself going through everything before I move. We’ll see.

Visited Storage today, to take some stuff up and find two mixing bowls I got as a wedding present (from Pier 1.) The mixing bowls are going to house my yarn, now that I’ve freed up a shelf (I no longer have my pajamas on my bookshelf. They’re in the bathroom in my 3-drawer drawers-with-wheels thingy.)

While there, I started to get some ideas for a series of essays/articles on Disorganization, which is, after all, the name of this blog. It might take me a little while to put it together, since I’ll have pictures and all, but it will be coming. Just don’t hold your breath.

I’m cleaning this afternoon, at least for a little while. I’ve already cleaned Hildy’s cage and changed her litter box, so that’s one thing done on my list. The rest is pickup stuff, not major cleaning. Oh, and rearranging the yarn yet again. I’d really like to be able to see my supplies easily, after all. Which only makes sense.

This has been a wonderful weekend. The weather is warm and sunny, and makes me hope for spring to arrive yet again. Did I mention that I ordered a cranberry bush from Parks Seeds last week? I think it would be fun to grow my own cranberries. And I had a coupon for $10 off my order, so it was nice.

And ebay just notified me that my account has been reinstated. Now I just have to go figure out which one has been reinstated.

Ok. If you click on the collage, you’ll get the really big pictures, so be warned.

The two in the upper left hand corner (same rock) are of my interesting find. You can’t see it very well in the picture, but there’s a segmented something there. It’s like a straight line with a banded edge that flares out a bit. Any fossil hunters around who might know what it is?

The big rock (I dug it out of the creekbed) was too heavy to carry back, so I left it there and just took pictures. Not sure what the donut thingys are, or even if they are donut thingys.

I liked the one with the cross on it, but my favorite is the banded rock. When I saw it for the first time, I thought it had been painted! It is so neat.

And the little tiny white things that look like sand dollars were in the big rock. I think they are some sort of coral or something.

Anyway, it was so nice outside I had to go get my hands dirty for a change.

I took a walk in the woods today. The winter aconite is already blooming! And I found a cool fossil, but I don’t know what it is. Of course the rock the fossils are in weighs about 25 lbs., so I was kind of hoping to identify the fossil before I carried it all the way back to the house (about 1/2 mile.) So far, no luck.

64.136.26.227

I see you. I know who you are.

Go away.

I read The Wee Free Men this evening. It was very good! Although there seem to be quite a few books out lately about kids getting taken by Faerie… if you know what I mean. Which could be a good thing, for Nine Lives. It’s really interesting to read all the different versions of what is basically the same theme.

Going to do yoga in a bit here. Took a break after starting Monstrous Regiment. It looks promising, so that’s a good thing too.

Wrote today at lunch. Things are moving. Had an epiphany about NS, so that’s good as well. Now I know how Ella will come into her own… this will be a fun book to write, I think.

Not too much to report today. Other than the fact that it felt good to curl up on my bed with a good book (although my butt fell asleep) and I still haven’t run the Dana’s battery down.

Okay, so I just did the “Morning Cup of Yoga” routine. Wow! I can feel the results even after the first time! This is going to be a great routine. I am going to try to do it twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening. And when it gets too easy, then I will start something else.

The nice thing is, it’s only 15 minutes long. And it has an audio CD, no weird-o music, just the author putting you through the paces. You can read along in the book, even.

Yay!

Because I wanted to do something for Lent, even if it wasn’t another List of 40, I decided to try A Morning Cup of Yoga. Problem was, I had to order it, and Amazon said it wouldn’t be shipped until the 28th.

Well, I got it today. As well as Monstrous Regiment and The Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchett. I’m gearing up for WorldCon, you know. And he has many other books coming out that look interesting (including a sequel to TWFM) so I should be happy for a loooong time.

Good news: Other than the twitch, my eyes are ok. And I managed not to get eyestrain today. I also got a lot done at work. So I was very happy.

I’m feeling better this morning. Not 100% up to par–I didn’t sleep well last night, but I did have a dream:

I was in the new library. Which was interesting, because it seemed like it had been an old church at one point. In the middle of the foyer was an atrium of sorts, with a really old tree growing out of the ground.

Evidently, there had been a house on the site at one point, or else they had integrated the house in with the church to create the new library. Well, right past the tree was a row of bushes and a window, and there was a piece of history attached to the site that had something to do with “my” family. (I wasn’t myself in this dream.) Evidently, a long time ago there was a murder or something at the house.

I’m not sure who I was with, but I was there with two people, and it was dark. I’m not sure if we broke in, or had permission to hunt around for artifacts. But anyway, we scrounged around in the dirt and I found an old, rusted pistol. It was rusted, but still recognizable. And it had blue markings. (The handle part. Whatever that’s called.)

“I bet this is the gun,” I said. “I can see it– _________ shot __________ while he was sitting on the couch and gently lowered the gun out the window and it was never found.”

“You would have thought they would have found it if he dropped it in the bushes,” one of my companions said.

I shrugged. “Let’s see what else we can find.”

So we dug deeper, and I “heard” an interesting story. (It was more like as we dug the story became known to me.) Evidently, there was a child involved, a child with my name (my name was Jennifer in the dream, but I wasn’t me) who was born about six months before me. And she vanished, and I was somehow put in her place.

An interracial child, one of my companions said.

We uncovered a slab of marble that had a rough-cut picture of an angel on it, and a name that escapes me now. We also unearthed a broken headstone, but I can’t remember what it said either.

I dug deeper. And finally, about three feet down, I uncovered the lid of a wax-covered cardboard box. Inside the box were three things: two broken porcelain dolls, and a cloth doll made of black cloth and dressed in bright colored ribbons.

The dolls were antiques, and each one had unusual marks—I showed my companions how to find the maker’s mark, etc. Each doll’s left ear and part of its face had been broken. Otherwise, they were intact.

The first doll has matted curly hair and almost a Bru face, but it was larger than the usual Brus with an open mouth, open eyes, and teeth. The second was a “baby” doll, and I think it was either blond or had no hair. This doll had writing on the inside of its broken head, like marks from the person who made it.

We also found a second gun, this one even more rusted than before.

Before we could explore the box further or dig deeper to where I thought the other Jennifer’s grave would be, we heard someone coming.

So we hid, and I readied the rusted pistol, intending to defend our site if necessary. Somehow, the scene had morphed to a shadowy living room (don’t ask me how) and I hid between a sheet-covered dining room table and a sheet-covered couch. It was almost as if we were in a storage room now. My companions hid in other places.

A skinny, dark haired man slipped into the room and went directly to where we had dug the hole. I think he picked up one of the dolls, and I was about to stand and confront him when I woke up.

Of course.

Any takers on interpretation?

I had a long and interesting meeting at work today, but unfortunately chose to sit in the wrong place. By 2:30, I had major glare eyestrain going on, coupled with a raging headache. Not fun.

After I got home, I took a nap, but when my eyes were still twitching after an hour and a half of sleep, I decided to go hit CVS for some OTC artificial tears. (I don’t cry enough?!) I read an article over the weekend that recommended those products for dry eyes, and that’s part of my problem.

So I got TheraTears, which is really expensive ($13.00 for 20 single use packets) and figured if it worked, that was a good enough investment. Well, single-use must be for giants or something, because I’ve had to apply this stuff three times just to finish up one dose.

Does it help? Well… since I”ve been suffering all week long, I’ll wait and see tomorrow, but I will say that it’s much better than Visine. Visine was hurting my eyes at times. This stuff isn’t, but I still have a half of a headache. (Although some of the headache might be from the sinus cold Ethan gave me.) The funny thing is, I can almost read print onscreen without my glasses.

So we’ll see. It would be nice to have this go away. (Another piece of the problem is the dry air at work. It really messes with my sinuses and my eyes. Not fun.

Let’s see. Anything else? Current wordcount on Nightshade is… something. I barely wrote yesterday and I’m probably not going to get much done tonight. And I’ve been trying to run down the Dana’s battery since Saturday, as well. It’s showing about 1/8 full, and hasn’t budged for two days. Just in case it suddenly decides it’s empty, I have been bringing my plug with me to work. But so far, no go.

This is a test to see how long it lasts. After all, I have a trip to Florida to think of in June…