Late Summer Quiet

Not much to write about -- geez, how many times have I begun a post with that phrase? Too many, no doubt. Yet it is true. I find myself doing weird things like slowly sweeping up ants with a dust broom late at night (no joke -- I was trying to track them to their entrance point) and thinking about taking my spinning to work. Anything to keep busy. (One good thought I had -- I have brought some of my old Russian flashcards to work to flip through when I'm feeling particularly unoccupied. I recognize more than I thought I would, but I've forgotten a lot too. Especially some really basic things, like the accusative case.)

There was a bit of excitement over the weekend, though not of a good kind; some friends of mine were rear-ended on the freeway. Luckily they are all right, but the car is totalled. Scary. (Plus it gave me flashbacks of the accident D. and I were once in -- there are some things you never forget, like the sound of something hitting the car hard, and the smell of deployed airbags. Ugh.)

Otherwise... it's the same-old, same-old. I think I may have to knit a sock or something, just to break the monotony. Oh, and I got new glasses. One of these evenings, when I'm not feeling tired, I may post a picture of them. They're very cool, but I'm still getting used to how they look on me. My face looks a lot paler and thinner with them on, and I haven't decided whether this is a good thing.

Well, back to "work."