Lorraine has a job
Cold night. Frost on the rooftops. Woke up to a text from Lorraine saying she is so anxious she feels sick. Poor thing had a hideous day, as they announced the new slimmed down structure of the local authority education department, but ended up with a job -- one different to that which she applied, a process which necessitated a further telephone interview this morning. She is hugely relieved, especially as the new job has a data and maths element in it which plays to some of her numerous her strengths, so the whole thing may have a large silver lining.
As for myself, a very contrasting day of idle foppery. I worked this morning, including a poem for Ken's 80th this Saturday, and then after a walk about town, read Maus, by Art Spiegelman in one large sitting. I'd been meaning to read this for ages, and found it simply the best graphic novel I have read. Essential reading for any sentient entity.
Lorraine stayed with me tonight, and indulged in a spot of casual surgery. I have had a skin tag on my arm for about 15 years and this week, being a quiet one, I decided to ask Lorraine to tie a piece of cotton around it on Sunday. By today it had started to throb occasionally, and swell up. Naturally I had visions of it infecting my arm, and ending up with gangrene and an amputation. I got her to simply cut it off with a pair of boiled scissors, which she did without batting an eyelid. I was preparing for all kinds of theatrical hemorrhaging, but in the event it barely hurt and there was no bleeding.
And so to bed.
Cold night. Frost on the rooftops. Woke up to a text from Lorraine saying she is so anxious she feels sick. Poor thing had a hideous day, as they announced the new slimmed down structure of the local authority education department, but ended up with a job -- one different to that which she applied, a process which necessitated a further telephone interview this morning. She is hugely relieved, especially as the new job has a data and maths element in it which plays to some of her numerous her strengths, so the whole thing may have a large silver lining.
As for myself, a very contrasting day of idle foppery. I worked this morning, including a poem for Ken's 80th this Saturday, and then after a walk about town, read Maus, by Art Spiegelman in one large sitting. I'd been meaning to read this for ages, and found it simply the best graphic novel I have read. Essential reading for any sentient entity.
Lorraine stayed with me tonight, and indulged in a spot of casual surgery. I have had a skin tag on my arm for about 15 years and this week, being a quiet one, I decided to ask Lorraine to tie a piece of cotton around it on Sunday. By today it had started to throb occasionally, and swell up. Naturally I had visions of it infecting my arm, and ending up with gangrene and an amputation. I got her to simply cut it off with a pair of boiled scissors, which she did without batting an eyelid. I was preparing for all kinds of theatrical hemorrhaging, but in the event it barely hurt and there was no bleeding.
And so to bed.
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