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George went out early today to meet his brother-in-law for a medical appointment, and I spent most of the day beating my head against MM line cleanup. Some of the scans were very dirty and had a lot of line drop-out, and really tested the limits of my ability to work with them and produce pages that were close to the originals. I've uploaded most of them and am currently gnawing on my fingernails, dreading the feedback from the editor.
I have one more page of line recon to go. I'm not sure if I'll do it tonight. I might go to bed early and get up early tomorrow for another kick at the can, although a nagging little voice at the back of my head is telling me that I REALLY should finish it this evening. I just don't know if I can. My eyes are almost crossing as it is.
At about 5 pm George phoned me from Osborne Village and I caught a bus down to join him at the A&W, where we had a quick supper before tackling some necessary grocery shopping. By now it was pitch black and the temperature was plunging: it had been -17 degrees Celcius before the sun went down and the wind was just vicious. It was so cold that in spite of having very little money at the moment (and because we were seriously laden down with groceries), we considered taking a cab home -- but couldn't get one for love nor money. All the company lines were busy, and we tried for a good ten minutes before giving up and trudging off to the bus stop.
It was eye-tearing, cheek-stiffening, throat-burning cold. Fortunately we didn't have to wait that long for the bus, although several "Not In Service" buses went by while we were waiting, prompting hopeful expressions followed by muttered curses from many people waiting with us.
I was planning to go to Millie's funeral tomorrow but have opted out. The extra time on the line reconstruction has really impacted my ability to meet my Monday deadline. Also, given my emotional situation over the last few days, recalling my mother's death and coping with surges of memory, it's probably just as well. Being at a memorial service might push me over the edge into full-blown depression, and I simply can't afford that, not with Monday bearing down on me like a Mac truck as it is.
Well, time to go eat some nice hot Habitant pea soup with smoked ham. Then I'll make the decision about whether or not to keep up the good fight tonight or pick it up early tomorrow morning.
I have one more page of line recon to go. I'm not sure if I'll do it tonight. I might go to bed early and get up early tomorrow for another kick at the can, although a nagging little voice at the back of my head is telling me that I REALLY should finish it this evening. I just don't know if I can. My eyes are almost crossing as it is.
At about 5 pm George phoned me from Osborne Village and I caught a bus down to join him at the A&W, where we had a quick supper before tackling some necessary grocery shopping. By now it was pitch black and the temperature was plunging: it had been -17 degrees Celcius before the sun went down and the wind was just vicious. It was so cold that in spite of having very little money at the moment (and because we were seriously laden down with groceries), we considered taking a cab home -- but couldn't get one for love nor money. All the company lines were busy, and we tried for a good ten minutes before giving up and trudging off to the bus stop.
It was eye-tearing, cheek-stiffening, throat-burning cold. Fortunately we didn't have to wait that long for the bus, although several "Not In Service" buses went by while we were waiting, prompting hopeful expressions followed by muttered curses from many people waiting with us.
I was planning to go to Millie's funeral tomorrow but have opted out. The extra time on the line reconstruction has really impacted my ability to meet my Monday deadline. Also, given my emotional situation over the last few days, recalling my mother's death and coping with surges of memory, it's probably just as well. Being at a memorial service might push me over the edge into full-blown depression, and I simply can't afford that, not with Monday bearing down on me like a Mac truck as it is.
Well, time to go eat some nice hot Habitant pea soup with smoked ham. Then I'll make the decision about whether or not to keep up the good fight tonight or pick it up early tomorrow morning.
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Ever tried channeling arctic animal energy when cold? I find caribou and snowy owl of particular power. I tend to not feel the cold quite as much.
Hope yer warmer now! **hugs** It sux when the wind chill is biting you in the ass on top of everything.