Strong Verbs Are Just Better

Bit of a weird day, with as many mood phases as the proverbial Melbourne weather. I'll go over that under lock tomorrow morning, as I've got to do pre-therapy prep. A key takeaway is: today was a good day to cuddle the stuffed Bernese Mountain Dog, whose name, I have decided, is Othon (as in, de Grandson).

Done today:

- Called LM for a few hours, had a good chat
- delighted in a toasted sandwich made with very 80s meatloaf
- FINALLY finished the Percy McKaye chapter of 'American Chaucers' and moved on to one about the book 'Flying With Chaucer', which might possibly be the weirdest WWI memoir ever concieved.
- offered to the internet my thoughts on artistic and erotic depictions of public hair, as part of boss' and my new plan to Generate Twitter Content while we're in the prelim stage of the project. It's got to be a good day when you get to pontificate about art and pubes and call it work, right?
- parcel from the mercerie (what IS the English word for that? Fabric shop, sewing supply store, I guess. Surely we have a single word for it, even if it's old-fashioned) arrived, and I took the opportunity/impetus to sort out my repair kits. I own... a LOT of tail ends of machine-spools of thread. I cannot for the life of me think of when I would have used up most of a spool of pink thread, or acquired a mostly-used one, unless it's that I have been *carrying around the bits and pieces from what was my childhood sewing box* for *twelve years* and through *seven* major relocations. At any rate, 'home organisation with cardboard' continues apace: a mail-order box lined with the bottom halves of egg cartons is now my thread-spool-tidy box.
- started reading Holy Sh*t, by Melissa Mohr, which clearly I should have started before because it's no effort whatsoever to focus on it, it's both academically sharp and deeply amusing (so far. I expect the chapter on racial epithets will be less so).
- sorted paper recycling for putting out on the kerb (let's see if it actually gets collected this time! I don't hold high hopes! Also no one else on the street has put theirs out!) and set some choice paper and cardboard aside for An Amusing Craft Project.
- cleaned the kitchen, including organising the tea cupboard. With much swearing, changed the cover on the mattress-acting-as-couch. The fitted sheet i had on it has bizarrely DEEP corners, going a good 20cm under, while seeming to be for a slightly smaller bed. And then what I put on it next is the futon coverslip from Japan, made for something thinner but wider.
- I'm also making slight headway with reading fiction again. Finally.

I have an impractical desire to own a stuffed sheep. Perhaps when stores reopen I shall buy a stuffie sheep.

Ed: Update. The term IS Mercery, and there is a Worshipful Company of Mercers. 'Habadashery' and 'Drapery' remained in use longer. Haberdashery still is, but it's quite distinctly the buttons and bits and bobs section (interestingly, the mercerie I bought from had very little of this online - some buttons and elastic) of the, er, sewing supply shop. This is extremely inefficient and I don't approve, English.