We learn new things every day. Like that carrying bags will result in pain opening and closing my hands the next morning. Mental note: Find backpack.
Rushed out the door in the morning to meet ayalanya at the Diesel... first time I've been out alone since we got here. I realized that, if I didn't nudge myself to go out and explore the bus system, I was at risk of becoming a shut-in here, just as I was in Georgia. Made it there exactly on time, and Alanya enveloped me in a joyous hug, saying "You're here. You did it."
Yes. :) I am in Boston now!
(That was a theme of the day - having me here is a thing to adjust to, just in that one doesn't have to cram *every bit* of interaction with me into a few hours. dicotomygrrl, last night, was happy to realize that she'd be seeing me on Saturday.)
Alanya and I went to the courthouse to get her name-change papers; I picked up a set for myself as well, and a set of adoption paperwork, for Adam to formally adopt Elayna. :) Then there was shoe browsing (Alanya says I'm a girl - I say all of my shoes are in storage in Georgia!) and wandering around a mall, and then finding our way back via bus. I love spending time with her. Even when she doesn't gift me with recreations of my favorite scent. :)
Aaaaand I couldn't find a stop for my bus in Central Square. I wandered, in low-grade panic. I called Adam, who was unable to find any info on the T's website.
So I used my foolproof method: Ask a barista. Bought a pumpkin loaf, pumpkin spice latte, and discounted Halloween monster, and asked. Lo and behold, they knew, and I was on my way. Got home *just* in time to be there for Elayna. Got a phone call: "Hi, Mommy! I signed up for homework club. I'll be leaving at 3."
Anyway. Got the new Neal Asher in the mail, signed! - thanks, pogodragon! - dealt with Things What Needed Dealing With, and had a nap, waking up when dicotomygrrl and her J. came over to see what could be done about the couch, which still resides on the balcony. The answer? Nothing, sans professional help. *heavy sigh* So I must call professionals.
And dicotomygrrl hung out way into the night. And it was a good day. But not one that lends itself to LJ entries during.
Promiscuous females are more likely to give birth to healthier babies than their monogamous sisters, Australian researchers into free love among the country's furry fauna have said.
Finishing out the Carnaval...
Theodosius, the Legerdemain: Earl Grey tea leaves, a white fougere, jasmine leaf, pearlescent white musk, and vanilla bean.
In bottle: Fougere, with an undersmell of vanilla.
On me: Nope, just fougere. Which puzzles me, because when I smelled nycorson's, I think it was different, more vanilla-y. This makes me hesitate to buy a bottle, as I might love it but might just be "meh".
Antonino, the Carny Talker: White musk, wild plum, vetiver, black coconut, verbena, fig, and lavender.
In bottle: Musk, some coconut, and the dreaded verbena.
On me: All verbena, all the time. The *only* note here I don't like. Dammit.
Pajamas of a sort. Oversized shirt that says "One by one, the penguins steal my sanity", with swirly purple pajama pants.
In Praise of Slowness: Challenging the Cult of Speed, by Carl Honore. One of the biggest messages I feel I'm being delivered by way of these illnesses is Slow Down (the other being Let Go). Which is hard for me. I want to do it, I want to do it now, and I need to do this and this and I don't have time and AGH! So. I am looking for some guidance.
The Man Who Mistook His Wife For a Hat, by Oliver Sacks. Because, y'know. Neurology.
Elayna is reading The Second Summer of the Sisterhood, by Ann Brashares.
You can tell I live in Boston now, because I actually have plans. :)
Tonight: Date with the Craftsman.
Tomorrow: Hot tubbing with ayalanya and yunatwilight; tomorrow night; supersekrit plans.
Sunday: Hanging out with avivasedai and perldiver, yay!