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The schedule for this weekend looks much too busy and over-booked. Gary will be gone all day tomorrow for the University of Chicago Folkfest. I have a guild meeting, plus will have to cover all the animal duties for the day, do the weekly grocery shopping and plan supper for the evening. Then Alex Vance put out a request for writing excerpts that he could read and discuss during a ustream presentation tomorrow and I impetuously sent him one. If I want to see and hear what he says, I'll need to get online with a working connection (possible sometimes) in order to do so, and at the precise correct time.

Sunday doesn't look much better, what with Gary having choir in the morning and a rehearsal for much of the afternoon. That's normally one of my days for animal chores, and the temperature is predicted to approach 40F, well above freezing. That means that all this snow is going to start melting, fast. Fast melt in turn poses a risk of floods and puddles held back by snow or ice dams. Two years ago, this same sort of situation gave us significant flooding in one of the barns.

The library is having a major book sale on Saturday as well, but I won't be going. I really don't need more books. That said, I did "rescue" some small cookbooks from it this afternoon, and something interesting that I've not seen before: a metaphor dictionary. This is a sort of hybrid between a thesaurus and a dictionary of quotations. So if you look under a concept or word, "sleep" for example, you will find famous (and not so famous) quotes that contain metaphors for the idea you seek. If nothing else, it should be good for finding epigraphs to put onto stories, I guess.

Sleep that knits up the ravel'd sleeve of care, the death of each day's life, sore labor's bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast.
--Shakespeare, Macbeth, act 2, scene 2.


The poor man's wealth, the prisoner's release.
--Philip Sidney, "Sonnet 39"


Turn back the sheets, I'm heading for the arms of Morpheus.
--Mae West, Klondike Annie

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