at least it is no longer february. seriously.

I've had a headache on a line from my right eyebrow to the right side of the base of my skull for about a week and a half now. (It goes away, but it keeps coming back in exactly the same place.) I've also had occasional sinus-related symptoms whose details I will spare you. It's not a sinus infection, unless it's a new and interesting type I've never had before. I'm beginning to think it might be a good idea to call someone. But who has the time?

but in good news:

1. I finished the help_haiti scarf (one of four HH things I promised; slow and steady, that's what!) and finally blocked my friend's baby blanket, and hope to send both on their way to their new homes today.

2. I began the help_haiti hat (two of four!). Whee!

3. I've finally got my "complete" medical records. Well, as complete as I can expect them to be, I suppose.

4. My leave was approved for the two days I aim to be out of work at the end of this month - one for the Cherry Blossom and one for Passover, hurrah.

4a. OMG it is no longer too soon to start thinking about Passover. I've just been approved to be out of work the day of, so I'm aiming to have my seder on the first night (March 29) like a real person, instead of waiting all the way until Saturday. Last year I had 9 8 people, and it was (a) lovely and (b) much too crowded. This year we will have to be slightly fewer. (I own six chairs. I'm going to say this year the requirement is that I not have to borrow chairs.) Locals, I'm letting you know now, so you can either get on my list early or not, as you prefer.

5. ... I had another thought here, but it is gone now. Stupid headache.

memery from a lot of places

Seems when we see this, we're to post a poem. All right, then.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
     Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
     And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
     The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
     The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
     Long time the manxome foe he sought -
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
     And stood a while in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
     The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
     And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
     The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
     He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
     Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
     He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
     Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
     And the mome raths outgrabe.

Lewis Carroll, of course.