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I made a new rule for myself today. Every time I catch myself thinking that I am too fat, I have to drop to the floor and do situps and pushups. Over time, this will mean I either lose flab and gain muscle, or else condition myself out of thinking about it. Or possibly both.

Today I did 11 situps and 10 pushups. 5 at a time is about all my muscles and lung capacity can handle at the moment. This will also increase over time.

This may not be any more successful than any of the other ways I've attempted to add exercise to my lifestyle, but it's at least worth a try.
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fanfic recommendation

HP fanfic rec:

For Hogwarts: a Regency Gamble

Hermione/Severus, about 4 years post-war, ignores Snape's death and the epilogue but otherwise fairly consistent with the events of DH. Characterizations vary, naturally.

Hogwarts is in financial trouble and a team from the Ministry - headed by Hermione - recommends a fundraiser, namely a Regency Week, since the castle's such an ideal site and the period is so popular.

The Regency period has been dear to me for many years, and finding a well-written modern Regency romance is a delight, especially with my favorite fanfic pairing.
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I will not be having an Open House this year (it's not my house). However, if you are in the area and have nothing to do on Christmas Day, let me know.
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It must have been 15 years ago when nemo_wistar named me Chief Coverer of Asses for how hard I'd worked during and after Medfest that year, and had me elected secretary for the organization the following year.

I've been a secretary and an ass-coverer ever since. One of the reasons I shy away from official titles and responsibilities is that I do my best work when I'm free to step in at the last minute to do whatever's necessary. That's one of the realities of life, whether it's working in an office or running an event or planning a wedding: things are going to go wrong at the last minute. Things are going to come up that were forgotten. People are going to have life happen to them and be unable to do what they promised. And the show must go on. So it's vital to know who can be relied on to pitch in and make things happen.

As far as I'm concerned, recognition is not merely unimportant but a sign that I didn't do a good enough job. My role is to make things run smoothly, and keep other people looking good. So anyone who isn't directly involved should never know there was anything for me to do at all. Whoever I'm working for knows what I do, and that's what matters.

Anyway, I invoked the title of Coverer of Asses in the course of conversation tonight, which is why I'm thinking of this.
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Tonight was my going-away party. My boss took me out to dinner at a nice restaurant in town, and invited some of the women who used to work with us. It was fun. He's been so supportive and encouraging, despite the chaos and hardship that's about to overtake him when I'm gone. That's probably the thing that makes me feel the best about what I'm about to do -- and also what makes me feel the worst. I've always described the office as being like family. Now it's like I'm leaving the nest for the first time. Sort of like when I left for college, except for less yelling and sulking.

It's still not quite real. My head's all full of what I need to get done in the next week at the office. This project and that, wrapping up that case, writing lists and procedures, and labeling every pile in the office. I need to remember to take my pen, and the shelf.

I'm also thinking about what needs to get packed and moved and all. Most of it was done in August, but I had about a carload and a half of stuff still here for the last two months. About half of that is getting moved tomorrow. So I've been thinking about what fits best how, what I'll need in the next week, and so on.

Although next Friday is my last day of work, I'm not even certain yet on which day I'll finish moving. I don't know whether I have plans for next weekend. If I'm doing the... thing, then I'll be there Friday and Saturday nights, come back here on Sunday night and move on Monday. If not, then I'll most likely move out on Saturday. It doesn't matter, of course, it's not as if I'm getting kicked out of here, but it's unusual for me to not have everything set in stone by this point.

And that's on purpose. I'm trying to learn to be flexible, to accept uncertainty as well as change. Might as well try it with my own life, with things that are under control and that I can make alternate plans for. Baby steps toward adventure.

I just wish I could remember where I packed my slippers. I'm afraid they may be in storage, and I wanted them. They're not with the rest of my shoes.
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Also, I have gone ahead and registered for Arisia, despite having no idea what my future will bring. It's probably overly optimistic to think I might find a job that starts before then anyway. And if I do, that will be a pleasant sort of problem to have to resolve. More likely, I'll have nothing better to do.

What's interesting is that I want to use the word optimistic both for the possibility of having a new job before mid-January, and also for the possibility that there will be nothing to interfere with traveling to Boston mid-January. So much of what might be is something lovely to look forward to. I'm not used to that feeling, but I'm enjoying it.
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Work begins to be a bit peculiar. Joe's telling people around town that I'm leaving. I've had several conversations this week that started with "Why are you leaving us?" It's gratifying to know I'm appreciated. I wish I could get letters of recommendation from all of them! But it's sad too. And also disconcerting; I haven't been telling anyone, so I'm always surprised when someone knows. I don't mind, of course. I wasn't going to say anything until we had a new person in place, but that's for Joe's benefit, so it's up to him what he wants to disclose.

It's also strange to be screening the resumes for my own job. When I've done this before, it was for someone to work with. It doesn't matter if this person works well with me, they just need to be able to replace me. The parts that aren't institutional knowledge, anyway. The top two candidates are coming in for interviews tomorrow afternoon. One of them isn't working, and if she's the right fit then she could start as soon as Monday. That's a daunting thought. I've appropriated all three desks, since I've been doing all three jobs. At least that one's going to be the easiest to clean up. I might spend some time at the office this weekend, whichever day I'm not at Maker Faire, however.

All of this is not before time. I don't have a firm end date yet, but I've been saying end of October. The 28th is a Friday and the end of a pay period, so it seems most natural. That's only six weeks away. If it takes a little longer for him to find someone or if there's more needed -- in my opinion, not his -- I'm willing to give him an additional two weeks, to November 11. That's as far as I'll go, though. I have commitments starting partway through the week after.

Eight weeks at very most. It's going to fly. I'll blink and that will be it. (Also, the weeping angel will eat me.)
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You must answer three questions:

Do you need this in the next year?
Do you need this in the next two months?
Do you need this in the next two weeks?

AAAAAAaaaaaaaughhh! *thud*
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I'm pleased with Verizon Wireless. This is not something I say often. You may recall that a couple months back, after unusually high text usage (30), I was contacted by the company to try to sell me a plan. They failed, since not one of their plans was cheaper than what I'd spent paying per message. If they'd had a $5 plan, I would have taken it, but they couldn't offer me that.

Yesterday, I got an email offering me a $5 text plan, for 250 texts per month, plus half the cost for any overage. I endorse this proposal! So I went to the website to sign up. To my great delight, they will also now let me drop the $5 per month data plan I was required to take when I bought the phone, even though I have no intention of using data on it. Not even sure what you could do with it. So now for the same price, I can get something I might use instead of something I will never use. And it didn't force me into a contract, so if I want to change carriers after I move, I'm still free to do so.

So, as of the start of my next billing cycle -- Wednesday next week -- I shall now be much more receptive to text conversations.
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