Warming trend

Gak! I have written and rewritten this post three times already. Sometimes nothing seems good enough for the outside world. All my efforts seem to fall flat, like those banners in Soho that have holes cut in them to let the wind come through so they don't topple the poles to which they are attached and fall on unsuspecting pedestrians below.

But really, that's not what happened today. What happened today was:

1. I got the cranks I desperately - oh so desperately - needed. I won't actually have them in hand for probably another week, but I am guessing that even if my knees agreed to let me bicycle, my shoulder would have something to say about it. So to wait another week is probably a good thing. In theory. In reality, I am like a racehorse that's not getting taken out to run. Ever see one of them? No? Okay. Ever see one being put into the starting box and freaking out and trying to leap vertically up and out of it so it can run free? Yeah. That's me, all right.

Anyway.

2. I got the deadline extension I so desperately needed. Not as long an extension as I had hoped, but I think it will be enough. And she was pretty nice about it. (Thank you, oh client lady. A blessing on both your publishing houses. And so on.)

3. I went for a walk in the park, and there were daffodils. Daffodils are just excellent.

4. My long-dreaded tax bill, while it is higher than I can actually pay at the moment, is so much lower than I was afraid of that I practically did a jig when I got the package from my accountant. (Note: I did not quite actually jig, because of all my various injured bits, but under normal circumstances I damned well would have. I like jigs.)

5. The new season of BSG starts tonight, and I have much geekery goodness to look forward to in a mere 3 hours and 50 minutes. And BSG has been getting me through my long work sessions all week, because the beloved Sci-Fi channel has been playing reruns from last season from like 1 am to 3 am, which is perfect for my work-till-1-am schedule.

6. If you made me blonde and changed my facial structure a bit, I think I'd look just like Starbuck. Well, okay, my tattoos are different than hers, but you get the idea. She's a swimmer, you see. And she rocks so hard. So...well, I am just saying. I pretty much am Starbuck, minus the drinking problem and extreme self-destructiveness. Okay then, I'll be getting into my Viper now. See y'all later.

PS. Look-look! I finished my first legwarmer yesterday. It fits, sorta.

PS2. I spoke to my bike builder on the phone, which just cheered me up by proxy somehow. He was all excited about the cranks, too. See? GEEKERY.

PS3. A big thank you shout-out to Boywich, who handled the cranks transaction for me as partial repayment of a debt. It was fun to get text messages about cranks that were made before cell phones were even a twinkle in Alexander Graham Bell's ghostly eye.