Rightthen.

There comes a time, around the eighth day in a row of waking up before 7 a.m., where one should gracefully accept that it's not (just) the cats, and that one's circadian rhythms have decided (for whatever reason) that the predawn quiet is awesome.

(This covers qualities of "quiet" which include the two cats with bells on their collars charging back and forth and pouncing each other. My fuzzy little ambush predators, they bring so much to the house.)

I guess this means going to bed between 9 and 10 on a regular basis until I finish paying off sleep debt. That is going to be so weird.

Good news, and productive things, and an oddly healthy comfort food.

Bear with me for background: there's an author called Jay Lake. His weird short story "The Soul Bottles" was actually the first story I ever bought in e-format, and is still one of my favourites. He has cancer, and it's not going well. And someone organized an online fundraiser (I think around noon today, my time?) to see if they could get him a particular diagnostic tool, and it went really well.

It's... partly being happy that he's getting help, and partly "oh god internet I'm so glad you make nice things happen sometimes," and partly just... I hope it helps, I really do.

(cmpriest doing a steampunk/gothic fashion show with her pets should also be cool.)

(Also seanan_mcguire filking. I understand it's filk, and not "Wicked Girls", but still!)

I made dinner tonight; I got the A Feast of Ice and Fire cookbook last night, after deciding that dammit I really wanted to look up a few things, and today I made the modern leek soup. (Not the same as the blog recipe; the one from the book has less spice, and uses butter and potatoes.) It actually worked out really well; the book calls it comfort food and it manages to be that, despite being a large pile of vegetables. It's less odd when I remind myself that it has butter and carbs.

(At some point I need to figure out exactly which cooking tends to stress me and which doesn't. I know part of it is mood and part of it is familiarity, but that's not all of it.)

Also, I finished three books today, and am halfway through a fourth. Only started one of them today, but still. Am trying to actually write reviews on goodreads, so may be a bit before I toss them all up there, but still. Coraline is the fourth; I'm finding I like it better than the movie in most particulars.