stayed up late last…
stayed up late last night talking, etc. and then slept in 'til 11; woke up
and puttered on the 'puter for a bit, answering old mail and updating bits
of the web pages such as the bio until I got impatient for K to wake up,
so went and woke him around noon, though as it turned out he was almost
awake and we chatted a bit (and I am just as googly this morning as I was
last night when it was very late so he was wrong about that when he said
I'd come to my senses in the morning) and then I made pancakes (though I'd
meant to make biscuits with sauteed onions and jalapeno jack mixed in, but
than I realized he didn't have any butter, which he *had* warned me of
last night, so I had no choice but to make rather odd pancakes) and a
fried egg, which didn't come out nearly as neat as it ought to have, I
don't know why, and he showered and then made a mess of broccoli and pasta
and lemon and pepper which was pretty yummy but not what I'd felt like
which is why I made the pancakes (there's still a huge one left) and then
I started poking at the programming gunk and he started scribbling math
stuff in front of the tv (there's a basketball game on, which is good
background to working he says; I prefer listening to jazz, which is what
I'm doing now) and then I got tired of working so I made tea and reread
bits of Charing Cross Road again until he started dropping hints about how
the computer was still logged on and no, he wasn't using it, and wasn't I
planning to work until five when the new Star Trek came on, and finally I
felt guilty enough that I got up and came back to the computer, so now I
have to finish this entry and go do the exercises for chapter 8 in the C++
book which look really evil (but I must say it was a triumph getting my
leap year program to work this morning with only a little help from K; I
sat there plugging years into it for a while and watching it give me the
right answer and chortling while K laughed at me for being so pleased with
my little program (but kindly)) so wish me luck, my darlings...(I know
that this kind of domesticity would bore me to tears if my life was
entirely like this, but for a day or two it's just blissful).