Have cautious hopes of, like, sleep and stuff, now.
My bed had, since I ordered the new one, gone critical and pretty much collapsed (also damaging the wall, it turns out) and for a few weeks I was sleeping on the mattress on the slats on the floor.
But now I have a bed. Having watched the delivery guy assemble it, I'm rather pleased with the design. The thing that meant the collapse of my old bed was that the welds gave way. My new bed isn't made of metal at all, and instead, the load strain goes directly down into solid jarrah about five inches thick.
The other day I received a letter letting me know that Kent and Medway Wheelchair Services is being privatised (they were worried about this happening when I went through the system last summer). Now in theory it shouldn't make any difference to the service I receive, but, as I noted on Twitter, it does mean someone now expects to make a profit out of my needs/my wheels.
Today the new franchise holder followed my twitter account. Now admittedly it's a new account, but they're following a grand total of 7 accounts, only two of which are individuals, and the other one is Tanni, aka Baroness Tanni Grey-Thomson, parliamentarian, multiple paralympian and the most famous wheelie in the country.
The scary thing is I didn't mention where I lived. They must have pulled it out of the #wheelchair stream from a week ago, figured out I was talking about them and made a note to follow me once their account was up.
Of course that's not remotely likely to intimidate someone from freely discussing the service they depend on.
Nope, not one bit.
(Well, not if you know me, but other people...)
Alex is... Interesting. Compassionate but paranoid and misanthropic. Humor trends toward sarcasm, puns, and insults. Very rational in some ways but very emotional in others (like disregarding logic when in arguments regarding something he's really passionate about). Passionate but also apathetic a lot. He manages to be both a pessimist and an optimist at the same time.
Also gonna add: Loyal to friends and loved ones but betrayal can turn his loyalty and love into hatred and revenge seeking.
Laura Hillenbrand, Seabiscuit: An American Legend: This is the non-fiction book that was adapted into that movie a while back and it was very well-written and it made me remember that I spent my entire childhood being crazy about horses and also, bizarrely, I seem to remember a lot of details about historical horse-racing (thank you, Black Stallion series) while knowing almost nothing about Seabiscuit, I guess because he never won the Triple Crown, and anyway now I want a 1930s Steve/Tony horse-racing AU please and thank you. (I suppose I could write that instead of my plans for the Big Bang.)
What I'm Reading Now
( Black Panther #12, Captain America Steve Rogers #14, Invincible Iron Man #5, Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur #17, Ultimates 2 #5 )
What I'm Reading Next
Probably not much. Writing ALL THE FIC.
And by epic, I do mean epic - the 170 pages do include a table of contents and things like that, but this is about 167 pages of poetry.
Here's the blurb:
Maligned for her beauty, cursed for her role in causing a war, she has rarely been given her chance to tell her tale. Now Helen of Troy's voice breaks free, offering a new vision in this epic lyrical sequence that follows her journey from Sparta to Troy, from earth to hell, and back. A stunning debut novella from Mari Ness, THROUGH IMMORTAL SHADOWS SINGING will transform your view of Helen and the Trojan War, in a soaring poem of love and war, healing and pain, hatred and triumph.
I had huge problems trying to pick a quote from the book, but here's two small tastes of the poetry inside:
I walk, knowing that the queen of death
may name me sister, that the
cry of the hunt
shares my blood, that I share a father
with the Fates.
Bone on silver,
silver on bone,
the sound of a harp
the memory of dream.
Available April 25.
If you're going to post something marked 'Urgent, please do not ignore' through a letterbox, maybe spend 5 seconds to make sure you have the right house?
And they weren't even close, I live at 41, the letter was addressed to number 49, which is literally the first house in the street...
I just tottered down the road in the freezing rain to put it in the right letterbox. (So of course the rain has now stopped).
*I know it was hand delivered, because a) no stamp and b) I heard them knock and them put it in the letterbox about 6PM last night, but given at that point I'd already gone to bed because of the whole sinus bug thing and was asleep not long after I wasn't about to get up to answer the door and didn't actually see it until this morning.
Yep, that's the Minister of State for Disabled People celebrating World Downs Syndrome Day by saying how 'inspiring' it is that a young woman with Downs Syndrome actually has a job. Disabilityconfident she isn't.
I may have been inspired to a rant about the objectification of disabled people as 'inspiring'.
AKA I came down with another inner ear bug over the weekend. Fairly mild, I'm just very slightly dizzy when I move around, but annoying as I've a few errands I want to run now there's hints of spring in the weather and there's no way I could safely drive. I think I've had one bug or another more than I've been bug free this year, and that may well be true as far back as last September, which is getting boring.
So I mostly spent Monday dozing in bed, which seems to have helped, and there was an interesting sequential dream to keep me amused. 'Sequential' as I woke up several times during it, but the dream picked up once I'd dozed off again.
Slightly futuristic setting, the characters were the high command of Singapore's space navy (?!) until an attack with a WMD took out the top man, at which point his deputy has to take over, said deputy being something of a joke and alleged former crook. Unfortunately for the bad guys he's also Bruce Willis. So cue thorough reprisals, both individually against those who plotted the attack and collectively against them as a nation - I never did work out who the bad guys were, but my subconscious is saying South American. Some of the reprisals were slightly Cthulhu-esque, probably a result of the Laundry Files re-read I've been doing. It's interesting the places my dream-director chooses to go.
Hopefully I'll be over this buf soon, but if not I'll settle for a few good dreams.
Part of the restructuring involves eliminating the geographic divisions as entities. Each of the 4 geographic divisions had it's own IT manager. As part of the restructuring, there would be three operational IT divisions, each with a nationwide scope. One of those positions was filled externally, leaving 4 existing managers to fill 2 positions. My boss, being the junior in position by something like a decade, did not feel confident that was going to land either of those.
He last day was Friday the 17th. We were warned on the 12th.
At 9:30 this morning,I was officially informed that my fellow contractor was no longer with the company. I get the impression it was involuntary.
He covered the larger of the two main sites full time, while I rotated between it and another and was only at the large one twice a week - Tuesdays and Thursday. We had a new person starting at t he large site this morning, and a contractor converting toe full-time which required an equipment change.
Guess who was getting the frustrated emails. For an hour and a half.
They're interviewing potential help tomorrow. Even fast-tracked, it will be a week before someone can start, and about a month before they're reasonably independent.