It's too darn hot...

... and it won't cool down.

But I don't mind so much today because I know what I am suffering for.

The hay harvest of my colleague Lena, in whose stables my cats were born. She needs that hay to get her horses over the next winter without too much cost.

She said she'll get the hay in by tomorrow afternoon; tomorrow evening, it can rain. Until then, I'll sweat without complaint.


And if there's a little tabby-and-white tomcat left over by the end of the summer, I'll take him and call him Faun. If not, maybe next year...

Sorry ceitfianna -- no icons today!

I know I meant to make you new 'Everybody' icons today, but life seriously conspired to distract me from my purposes. First, there was Project Rant -- getting stuck in that was entirely my own fault, of course.

Then, a friend who is doing a project for the company I work for pinged me with work related things. Apparently, he had just had a brilliant idea and managed to push it through with my bosses in one fell swoop. I think that is excellent. However, I am not Don Draper who is still working even when he's in bed with a woman who is not his wife. I was meaning to do entirely non-work-related things with that time. Like making icons for somebody...

So instead, I talked about work by IM and read proposals and looked at Powerpoint presentations and asked pertinent questions to show I had paid attention.

And now I have to get ready to go to an anniversary party of the Nazgul's kendo club. From which I will be back, hopefully un-cloudbursted-on, before eleven at night my time. Hopefully.

Sorry for the general fail at doing what I really meant to today.-

Picture post

I saw this pissed-off Bavarian lederhosen dwarf while I was wandering around in a trendily run-down commercial district looking for that kendo party. It was too damn hot, and the promised cloudburst had gone away again.



When I found it, it was a trendy white loft full of scary, sportsy strangers, there was no music, and all the food was already gone. So I told the Nazgul I was very sorry, but no, and left. Instead, I went to the nearby beer garden 'Villa Flora' where everybody was totally ignoring the huge flatscreens full of football, and had a nice pint (which you see here) while fanning myself with that little purple fan from Verona, and cooling down.

Then I went home. There were drunken football orcs in the train. I will have to avoid going out much in the next few weeks.