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This is to test out new icon, from a very old badge given to me in a lost time of no home computers! A reindeer at a typewriter is doing his best at punching out the words "Merry Christmas!"

Not much happening, kind of bored, so I guess I must be recovered. Time to start making plans for 2024, I guess. Last time I made plans for a year it was 2020 and we know what happened to that! I just hope 2024 is better than 2023, which to be honest has been something of a derailment, culminating in me catching the plague. I don't do much for Christmas, except checking out other folks' decorations in the suburb, which are sometimes very impressive, with whole houses showing blinkenlightzen, while I try to imagine their power bill. But the end of the year is more important to me.

Resolutions: Well, find some way to retire would be good. I suspect I'll still be working on that one come February. I need to come up with some resolutions that aren't rinse/repeat from this year......

To be continued.

It's hard to tell if you're still sick when you also get galloping insomnia, but I've managed enough sleep to be sure I'm recovering, except for the fatigue.

Today I did the teleconference thing with the local medical practice, since I had gotten another faint positive. When I explained to Dr Kirk that I'd been concerned about showing up even though it was faint, he confirmed my caution.

"Ah yes, there would have been the running and the screaming," he agreed. I'm sure he knows; he's just back from catching Covid himself.

So yeah, can't get that cert without a complete negative and I'm not even guaranteed for Monday if I don't. Still, well enough to do some things from here, like settle M's pharmacy bill because I have a strong suspicion she has gotten a bill after this length of time, but it's in a safe place. I felt strong enough to manage a phone call to her this morning and she's doing okay; the complaints are all of the "usual suspects" nature.

Better but still testing positive. Pedants don't need to remind me that RATs are not 100 per cent reliable; they're still what the doctor's staff is going by, before they let me in there to get a medical certificate. And actually those tests are doing pretty well. They're not expired, at least they do have 2024 on the boxes, and while my first positive test had the two lines spring up very boldly, the second test showed a less definite second line and this third one fainter yet, but I don't think the doc will accept "yeah but not much?" to whether I'm still contagious. So the gulag might have to wait for their papertrail, though hopefully I will test negative in the next two days. Or three; I think the doc might be open Saturday and it's not like I'll need a lot of time in there.

I'm trying to do some exercise now to get my body used to the idea that the holiday will be over soon! So I swept around my house [brick tiles] and watered out front where the sprinklers don't reach, to get the place looking a bit less abandoned for the apocalypse. My neighbour's toddler kid [gender optional?] came bouncing over, squeaking something and I had to tell it to go back over its side, which it fortunately did; I did *not* want to be responsible for the neighbours becoming plagued. Adult neighbour showed up to wrangle spawn, so I explained. Up until then there'd been nobody in sight so I thought it was safe to venture out.

After that I thought I'd sit down and have some water!

What news from beyond the borders?

PS. Also I can't count. Tuesday 28/11 symptoms showed up, first full day Wednesday, so that's only eight full days now. Nine.

Much better now. This is supposedly the last day I'm contagious, day 10 after I noticed symptoms. Still feels like all the blood leaked out and went somewhere else, which is rather like the sting in the tail you get from the flu.

I'm going to test recovery this evening by a short walk. Was going to say around the block but probably to the park at the corner and back will do. I may be some time.

While I've been doing this, I read that Mark Sheppard, who played my beloved Crowley on Supernatural, has just survived six heart attacks on the weekend. They brought him back from the dead four times. Seems he's doing unexpectedly well, even doing a selfie from his hospital bed for fans!

The plague seems very minimalist after that.

I'm slowly recovering now. The remaining symptom is all over lethargy/fuzziness of thought. My mother also rang me up, which didn’t help. M does not understand that "quarantine" means nobody comes near you and kept asking have I seen a doctor, been to hospital, blather, blather. I had to keep saying to stop fussing as she was driving me loopy. I wonder whether she has actually met me sometimes.

I finally completed another grocery order for tomorrow. I did forget a few things last time and would normally have gone again by now anyhow. I used Woolworths, since Coles’ site online is spazzing and I couldn’t actually add any grocery items. I gave up after it was still doing so on the second day. So Coles’ “goodwill” offer will have to wait till I decide to do another online order, probably mid heatwave come January when I don’t want to ride over to the shops in over 40 ^C.

Right now it's all I can do to walk around the villa. I think I remember Mikeal [friend] saying it took him about three weeks to feel really all right again. He brought a variant home from Lithuania.

I'm going to Mars tonight; starting a watch of the fourth season of For All Mankind.

...but I've had a look over the edge of the ditch.

Catching Covid is not advised! Sometime last night my sore throat has eased, which is about time. Mayo Clinic advice had it that average was to have this for two/three days and five was possible. I've definitely gone to five. Not sure if I should count Tuesday, when I was aware of it but not needing medication. Fun fact: you can apparently have Covid with a sore throat as your only symptom. Haven't been able to think about much else for awhile and I'm still really fuzzed/headachy and feel like all my blood went somewhere else.

This is with the two mandatory vaccinations and a booster. It rather rewrites the "rules" which are that if you get a vac, you don't catch the thing! Certainly the case with the flu, but seems this plague is a bit more determined. I know I should've got more boosters. Got sidetracked by the pharmacy saying you couldn't book in person when I went in there, and then forgetting.

I figure I'm going to stay home a few more days, sorry gulag, but at least they already know so I don't have to do any more contacting. Enough supplies for the moment even with forgetting stuff because brain not working. When I'm able to watch anything, I'm bingeing on the rest of the Indiana Jones movies. Except Temple of Doom; I'm not interested enough to bother with that one.

I was struck with some of the rat-related scenes. There's one where the Ark is burning away the swastika stamped on the box it's in, and a rat, supposedly affected by the power, is twisting around in front of it, apparently unable to straighten itself. That's not training. That rat either has an ear infection or a pituitary tumour, that causes this behaviour. And then in Last Crusade Indy and Ilsa are wading in a sea of rats in a cave and they're making weird squeaking/clicking sounds more like cricket noises! It was hilarious. All you'd hear in real life would be the occasional protest squeak if someone got stood on/bitten.

I'm now mustering the strength to bring in my laundry and then I may crawl back to bed!

Fourth time turned out to be the charm; the day I realised I was now heavily congested. It's okay, I'll spare you more details. We all know what phlegm does. This time it meant there was enough viral load for the RAT test to return a positive. It's taken four years for Covid-19 to get me, but get me it has.

It's rather a relief because this has felt odd, like I'm waiting for it to develop into a proper cold/flu and it just hasn't. It's still damn uncomfortable, though I've enough ibuprofen to help with the sore throat. And gargling with salt water. Just don't forget it's in that glass and take a gulp; word to the wise.

I'd hoped last night I was getting better but the virus seemed to just be taking a breather. It's still mild symptoms, though, I read the list of the ones that weren't. And sent a picture of the test result to my boss who said, "You're probably not coming back till after at least Tuesday, are you? Well, at least you can use some of your sick leave." Of which I have a great pile, since one only uses it when you're, well, sick, or for carer's leave. I don't get sick a lot and so far M's major episodes haven't coincided with work days much.

I was flipping mad earlier not because of this but because I had decided I should order groceries online, since I wasn't sure what I was sick with at that stage and didn't want to spread disease. So I did an order, early enough this morning to get same day delivery! And then they went and left it at the wrong house. I hadn't even looked at the photo the delivery person took but when I did; uh huh, that is NOT my front door. I had to call Coles Online support line [realising only then that I couldn't talk clearly, I sound like a dozen packs a day smoker] and organise a re-delivery.

But geez, you'd think someone could just go back there and get the stuff. Apparently this is too hard. It was dropped off by a partner company, not Coles themselves, and somehow this means they can't track who did the job, which sounds like a big pile of s**t to me.

I'm okay, I'm not out of food and if I was, Door Dash can find me, but I am most peeved. There was lemon powder and paracetamol [hot drink] in that order. And bananas. And cheese and other good stuff.

*steams quietly*

Playing with new toy. Washing machine. Yes, I know, I don’t get out much! Some months ago, um, maybe a year, I wrote about the old machine exploding water all over my floor and a panicked call to the rental agent. Who said, in effect, “There, there, it’ll be all right.” It was, once I spent the rest of the weekend cleaning/drying up in prep for the next week’s inspection!

Anyway, finally decided I had spare funds enough to buy one. And also experienced a brain snap a few days ago when I couldn’t face another load of handwashing and bit the bullet. Ordered online from Fridge and Washer City, three or four klicks away, and lo and behold, shiny new machine was delivered yesterday morning and set up. So I’m now running it through its first tub-clean cycle, having had to do parental wrangling yesterday.

Yesterday wasn’t a huge amount of fun. The weather had gone suddenly and excessively hot – maximum of 35^C and close to that while travelling there and back – and of course the trains were off again this weekend, meaning Rail Replacement Bus hell. The buses were very crowded and also hot; if their aircon was working, it was overridden by the heat, and you jolt all the way to the city.

I also found my phone had decided not to make outgoing calls and thought I must have hit something I didn’t mean to. Still haven’t found any sign of that, or evidence of an outage, but after a few tries of turning it off and on again, I found the needed duration of “down time” and after that it appears to be working again. So who knows? It meant I woke M up when I arrived, not beforehand with a call, that was all.

There wasn’t too much that needed doing, and the care arrangements are now in place and proceeding [one hopes for a while!] so I tried again to interest M in a Scrabble game, a passion of hers for around 60-70 years. She can’t remember when she began playing but the old diary which recorded the games is from 1957. M took me up on it this time, having waffled before about not being sure she could remember the rules etcetera. And it’s true I did need to refresh her on some points. And do the scoring.

M proceeded to absolutely thrash me by at least 100 points, leaving me wondering whose stupid idea this had been. Oh yeah. It’s like M’s original memory/abilities took over and just knocked out anything I tried to do. And I’m good. One act of most excellent bastardry blocked me from a triple score – M could not utilise it herself but put tiles in the way to obstruct me. After that it was all over. So yeah, one of the less stressful visits apart from the weather and the RRB torture.

Back to the washing machine. This thing actually tells me how long it’s going to take with the wash!

I have ventured to the booksale and returned with loot. It was very crowded but did have a lot of books, so I didn't get the feeling that it had already been thoroughly picked over. I wasn't the earliest, thanks to the time it took with public transport, which was easily an hour and a half to get there.

Like Fred Mouse has already said elsewhere in DW, the sf/fantasy table wasn't the greatest. A lot of older works. I ended up getting a couple of replacement books - my own is in bad condition or I got rid of something years ago and then wish I didn't - and now wish I had picked up a third, but was eventually discouraged by getting tired and not liking being in the crowd, even if it was a crowd of bibliophiles. It was too much work to get back up to the other side of that table. I did get a hardback fantasy - Mercedes Lackey/Rosemary Edgehill - called Dead Reckoning which looks to be a 'fantasy western' so we'll see. I've liked their stuff in the past, this book had a reasonable price tag for a very good looking copy so why not? I used to work on this premise when everything was just normally expensive, not insane. It's just now I can't do that with new books anymore.

Probably the nonfiction was the most valuable. I scored a copy of Jared Diamond's Collapse; a study of various civilisations that have collapsed in the past, as well as some more modern examples and research on reasons ours could be among them in the future. There's a study of Easter Island and Norse Greenland, which was a curious one. Vikings didn't make it through the winter. Yet the colony in Iceland, equally inhospitable, managed to make it and has survived for 1000 years. And one called The Lab Rat Chronicles which purports to be life lessons via the world's most successful mammal - the rat! I checked it to try to find out if it had any awful experiment stuff in it and it didn't seem to.

I also picked up a small book called We Have To Talk About Putin, which was interesting to me as a political/history student. Written in 2019 so I want to see if it's got any insights/predictions re the attack on Ukraine. Actually I read a bit of it over lunch - picnic hauled along because expense - and it did, a bit, concerning Putin's expertise is in martial arts, not chess. A martial artist sees a good opportunity right now, but does not see beyond that, as a chess player needs to. And he's a real expert in judo; began studying it before I was born! Unfortunately, Ukraine did not fall down and tap out.

My mum was interested in that one so I left it at her place. I had to go around there after the book looting, though I didn't much feel like it as I'd gotten a lot of sun. Almost amusing, after the overcast days and cold, to find myself too warm from all the exercise! I didn't stay too long, though, just tried to be clear on what's going on with M's appointments etc, then headed for home and may have taken a small nap on the bed. Tomorrow I'm not going anywhere, well, not beyond a trip to the shops to be sure I'm stocked for next week.

Several friends on DW write posts based on the prompts from this site, Long and Short Reviews here www.longandshortreviews.com/wednesday-weekly-blogging-challenge/ I thought I'd take a look and the one just gone says, "Share one interesting fact you know." My brain instantly shut down because it is crowded with trivia. Only once in my life was it ever useful that I knew Queen Victoria had nine children, and that I could name each of Hitler's "circle of evil" upon hearing their job title. And yes, those were quiz nights.

Okay. Rats giggle when you tickle them. Humans can't hear this, so some scientists went to a lot of techie trouble to find it out. They also boggle their eyes in and out and grind their teeth when happy [not the scientists] which we can perceive and this makes some people think they're about to have a fit, but no.

Today was quite warm in the sun, at least during the afternoon, so I did some reading outside and finished Peter Dickinson’s The Changes. Not much of that story actually stayed with me from my read through as a teen. I remembered the basic framework of the changes in England and the young girl who becomes the “canary” for a nomadic Sikh extended family, who interestingly are not affected by the madness that takes over the native English. It becomes Nicky’s job to tell them when she becomes upset by any ‘evil machinery’ which, if the Sikhs use it, is going to bring down the yelling medieval peasantry [20th century model] upon them.

( Here be spoilers )

I’m still trying to figure out this damn Microsoft 365 system and what happens when the “free trial” of 365 ends. So far I don’t have anything better than “wait and see” as a solution. I’m not going to pay for something that requires a fee every year but am not sure what I’ll need to do instead. I did find that I was actually able to boot up the old laptop which means I could get everything that had not been fully backed up! I don't trust the laptop at all but it consenting to work does mean it continues as a backup comp, which is good.

Yesterday I got so far into my attempts to get 365 through my head that I failed to even check whether gaming was on, having the [mistaken] belief that it wasn’t because one player was away, the gamesmaster had been to the dentist a day earlier and it was too freaking cold.

This got me dug up just past 7.40 ish with a player trying to call me on Messenger. I had no idea how to get it to let me actually answer the call as it seemed to want me to download something first, which wasn’t going to happen under pressure. I was also halfway through watching The Walking Dead: Dead CIty episode 2 and so nowhere near reality. I agreed [texting] to come play Cards Against Humanity as I knew it wouldn’t work with only three people but really couldn’t get my head working. I wasn’t in “talk to people” mode and a three-sixty in plans had frozen my thinking!

Michael did kindly offer to come get me which was good as it really was too freaking cold to ride a bike for 20 minutes to get there. It was down to around 7^C by the time we finished, if you want to know what a West Aussie considers to be too freaking cold, apart from this entire winter so far. We had a record low, as in it got just below zero which hasn’t happened for seven years, last Monday.

So today was catch up on sleep, read, do laundry and make a trip to the shopping centre for (a) my drugs and (b) other stuff I forgot the day before. Most of the laundry was done so I just had the one sheet to wash and other things to bring in as they dried.

I have read the first two books of the Scholomance trilogy by Naomi Novik and the ‘teaser’ for book three. For reasons, the digital library system made me wait several weeks for book 1, whereas I took book 2 straight out without waiting and now I’m waiting 10 weeks for book 3. I finished and returned both within 2-3 days each so am hoping other patrons will be similarly speedy and I don’t actually have to wait that long. While I do, I’m reading an actual copy of Simon Scarrow’s latest Eagles of Rome series, Death to the Emperor. Nero is the emperor concerned and I’m not certain when he died, so am not checking to make sure I don’t spoiler myself. I don’t think it was this soon though, so it may be wishful thinking on the part of the British tribes.

My Kindle pre-order of The Good, the Bad and the History dropped yesterday, otherwise known as book 14 in Jodi Taylor's St Mary's series. It was easily the best thing about Tuesday and made me miss my usual work train stop. Not to worry; the next one wasn't far. It's mentioned as an accolade to the book, in fact. It was wonderful escapism and I'm sorry I finished it this fast.

Then today I got to the top of the pile waiting for the library e-book version of Naomi Novik's Deadly Education. Can't quite remember how long I've been waiting but I began as number 11 for two copies. Can anyone tell me why, if it's an e-version, the library can't supply copies to everyone who wants one? It's a mystery, at least to me. ( Spoilers may lurk )

I'd hoped that the Dell laptop computer would make it until tax time but that proved not quite possible! So I went shopping for my third laptop last Sunday and came home with a Lenovo in silver, reasonably pleased with the price - some sort of sale - and was further stunned when I was able to get it operational without much trouble. Only difficulty was with the WiFi key, which I thought I had noted correctly. Turns out yes, I had, but that doesn't help if one then does a typo, making one think it was the wrong code. But once I worked that out, we were away.

It does, of course, have Microsoft 365, Windows 11 and a bewildering array of selections, with everything not where I'm used to finding it. Microsoft makes it as difficult as possible to work out that you don't actually need to pay them anything if you are not a business requiring the full suite of applications. Anything beyond the laptop itself, of course. And despite saving all my documents to the cloud frequently, I hadn't done it within the last few weeks so will need to rewrite some of a current fanfic that I've already done. At least I remember the changes I wanted to make. And though I'm missing about a month of my journal, that time is pretty well covered by DW entries, so not much harm done.

Feels amazing to be able to use it without plugging it in all the time, plus the constant messages that the battery has failed and the sudden dives into darkness when the comp ran out of puff.

It's only a few more weeks till tax return time AND my lending rights payments, which authors get annually for books published in Australia and sold to libraries/schools. Be a bit lean till then but we'll make it. I'll also be able to access some of my superannuation without taxation once I hit my 60th birthday. I would have thought it most unlikely, only a few years ago, that I would ever look forward to that event but here we are. I talked to a financial guy with my super fund and we'll be going through the numbers in August. It's not precisely what I'd thought I'd be doing. Original plan was to use some of it to drop hours at work, now it'll be to stay at my current level and help standard of living in general.

It's as much for mental health reasons as age that I don't want to work more than three days a week. Even when things are calm, just being in the office is a stressor, as is interacting with Management.

I caught up with From episodes and now have to wait a week for each one just as though it was television! The characters are great, reminding me of playing RPGs with their constant talents for confusing and worsening any situation. They're not over the top, though, and there's no unrealistic 'redemption' of nasty or plain clueless people. One of my favourites is the tech geek with no social skills, who at one point is trying to comfort the bus driver who is blaming herself for bringing all her passengers into the trap of the From town. He tells her it's not her fault and then adds, "And they were riding a bus. Their lives can't have been that great anyway."

I started watching another Stan show called Dr Death - imagine a sociopath/possible serial killer who's also a doctor, based on a true story! Do not watch this if you're possibly facing a visit to hospital. Ever. It's very good but it scared the bejesus out of me and that does not happen very often. I remember Sherlock Holmes said something once about how when a medical man goes bad he's among the most dangerous of villains or something like that.

I'm still sick and somewhat fuzzy. Been going through all the known cold symptoms like they've been saved up for three years, which I guess they have. My immunity must be for shit after three years of not having any coronavirus of any kind. Ironically I was set to have a flu vac today but am still too sick to go.

I'm out of supplies so have ordered a Coles groceries delivery for first time ever. Hopefully they get it right. The bit about substitutions is worrying but so long as some of it is as ordered. At least this way I'm not wafting my disease around their store, even if I felt ok enough to ride, which I don't. Not even sure I'll make it to work tomorrow but if I can't, I can't.

Current Mood: sick

Great joy all yesterday at London, and at night more bonfires than ever, and ringing of bells, and drinking of the King’s health upon their knees in the streets, which methinks is a little too much. [Restoration of Charles II, from Samuel Pepys’ diary, 2 May 1660]

Hm. I don't plan any pledging of allegiance to Charles III. I heard yesterday or rather read, that we [State of WA] won’t be getting a coronation holiday. That would’ve been the only thing Charles was likely to ever do for me and the hope is dashed. I was rather conflicted in that I wanted the holiday but at the same time felt that it would’ve been a bad idea and a wrong signal. Ours was the only Australian state where it was even a possibility. I feel that’s a thing for England to do now if they want to, not us.

Current Mood: pensive

I got to the Anzac Day service at 11 am this morning, which featured much threatening darkness of cloud and spatterings of rain. It’s held outdoors at the local War Memorial gardens, mowed and done up for the occasion. I think the weather is why the proceedings were unusually short, with less pontificating and no singing of Recessional or Abide With Me, [though the band did play Abide without singing happening] which was rather disappointing. I like the music without being a believer at all.

The only song was the anthem, Advance Australia Fair, which a lot of the considerable crowd seemed not to know. Only two of its verses ever get sung and only one on this occasion, so not that hard. The rest of the song is a terrible cringe to Britain even though it was written by a Scot. This was the first unrestricted “year back” since the ceremony was cancelled in 2020 due to plague among us.

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Today I visited M for parental wrangling and she drove me mental as usual. ( The angst goes on )

( Anzac Day plans )

or We'll All Go Blind!

I’m currently out of bed and dressed and enduring a drill in my living room while a sliding door gets fixed, while waiting for the eclipse to start. NASA’s site just hangs, won’t load so I think it’s ve-ry popular. Should be able to watch via the ABC’s live streaming when that starts. I hope. Got an error message when I tried to load it earlier.

This should be good. I feel a little sorry for besieged Exmouth, the small town up north of Perth, which now has 14,000 extra temporary inhabitants to see the one minute of totality when the world will go dark for them. But not that much; they’ve probably made most of their tourist revenue for the year. I understand England’s Astronomer Royal is there. Exmouth is the one place in the world where totality will happen.

This looks like it’ll be the best one since the solar eclipse when I was about 13 and out somewhere with friends, when we were sure we’d go blind if we looked up from the ground.

Guy doing the door said he remembers an eclipse in England where the effects were nothing like what was promised. I didn’t think that was possible, believing that Science rules.

So tired! Conned out, peopled out. Conned in the sense of went to Swancon today, not got spammed.

It's been a shorter work week, thanks to the Easter holiday Monday. So I was in fairly decent shape and actually woke up at the right time without an alarm so had no excuse not to ride Midnight the e-bike to the con. Autumn has dropped on us and this was the first morning ride I’ve had which was actually cold!

Today the Bayswater bridge, nemesis of so many tall trucks and possessor of its own website, was knocked down for the rail works and had an audience of locals watching and filming the destruction both when I rode past in the morning and hours later when I went home. Bayswater, for non-locals, is a suburb close to mine on the way to the con, where this notoriously low bridge notched up a good collection of aforesaid trucks with inattentive drivers. Some local shops, I believed, used to run books where you could gamble on what would get stuck under the bridge when.

As a con Swancon 47 was pretty small, mostly regulars and not all of those I’m used to seeing. There was no hotel and apparently nowhere near enough to use. Only two days, not the all-easter length we used to have. And not Easter, of course. People have gotten greyer, including me. Of course, I have been attending Swancon since Swancon 6, so getting kind of greyish in the meantime is to be expected.

I didn’t go to the one dayer last year and the one in ’21 got cancelled because we had a sudden lockdown. But I’m not used any more to largeish groups where I get recognised and need to make conversation, albeit it’s fannish conversation and if you’re weird, no one makes a big deal about it.

I went to lunch with Glenda and Sally [waves] plus a mentoree of Glenda’s, in a small nearby restaurant which did very well out of con folk, I think. Some good conversation there. I went to a couple of panels; one on fannish fashion (websites with good gear and prices and most importantly, POCKETS) and one about creepy bugs being creepy. Sorry, Drhoz, my level of biologic terminology is not high. Also one about the future of boardgames – I think, I wasn’t there at the start.

My head started to fuzz out as we got through the afternoon and I headed off around four to be able to ride home before dark. Bayswater was even less fun to get through today than it has been, what with the big Bridge Collapse. I also got very mentally fatigued because of the talking to people, lots of them, whom I hadn’t encountered in person for so long. And I wasn’t great at the socialising before the plague. This is the first con I've been to since Swancon in 2019!

Finances don’t permit for more than one day attendance or much shopping, but I did manage to get one book [Glenda Larke’s Tangled Lands, from author, signed by author, how cool is that?!] and catch up with most of the folks I’d wanted to. I hope I wasn’t too weird to anyone; didn’t mean to be!

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