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After a summer hearing about it--after hearing all about this vision of a lifetime--and not seeing it, all summer, because of the clouds--tonight I looked out in an unexpected moment, through a southern window and saw it: Mars. Maybe it's dimmer now than when the rest of you saw it. Maybe it's old news compared to the sun's storms. But the planet's still there, and it doesn't care what we thought of it, doesn't worry that we're not that close anymore, and doesn't stop reflecting redly the rays of its sun.

In other news, there's really no excuse for November 3 to be this warm. Highs near 80? What state am I living in again? But it's beautiful out there, what with brown and yellow leaves crunching underfoot, more leaves of all hues still hanging on the trees and scenting the air. The combination of leaf-smell and cooking smells nearly overpowered me--in a good way--on my walks today and Sunday. (Didn't walk yesterday--body too exhausted.)

In less wonderful news, my phone phobia's returned, which is about 57 varieties of Not Good.

Also, thanks to bureaucratic snarls some of you already know about, my state benefits were canceled (food stamps ending Oct. 31, other benefits ending at the end of this month). Thanks to advance planning on my part, I've got more than enough food to last for, well, months--I'm not starving any time soon! Though I do keep wishing I'd bought more of some kinds of food and less of others when I did my stockpiling, and I also have this urge to open up cans of absolutely everything and have them all in the fridge for easy access in spite of the fact that there's no room left in my part of the fridge now. I bet that's just one of those atavistic survival mechanisms kicking in where it's not wanted: "I have food now! I may not have food later. Should eat more food now!" No, silly hummingwolf, there's really no need to fatten yourself up for the winter. You're not allowed to hibernate anyway.

Oh, and some parts of my body decided to hurt a bit more than usual this week. Yay.

Back to the plus side: I still have plenty of books to read, still have Internet access and can listen to Launchcast (today's fun fix for me is the Toy Matinee Fan Station), still haven't been kicked out of the house, still have plenty of tea (Celestial Seasonings was on sale at 2 for the price of 1; my flavor of the day is Madagascar Vanilla Red) and (obviously) food, and still have some most excellent friends.

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I think you and I are the only Toy Matinee fans left.

I hope your benefits get restored. Or that you get enough energy to go and scream at the people who should be providing them.

I'd call you on the phone to discuss it, but that sounds right out.

As always I am darn glad to be your friend.

We're not the only Toy Matinee fans left! At least, I seriously doubt that all the other people listed as Toy Matinee fans on that page are you, 'cos only one of those is me. Plus, there had to be someone to buy the Special Edition of the album when it came out a few years ago. (Am now listening to the alternate version of "Last Plane Out" on Launch.)

I hope that the benefits get restored too! I may have enough food to last for a good while, but I really could use those medical benefits (the cash helps too).

This phone fear better get itself resolved soon--I hate jumping every time the phone rings as if someone had just shot off a weapon. Grr. Argh.

As always, I'm glad to be your friend too. ::hug::

Hmm, how about you whack the phone off the hook when it rings, and then pick it up. Show it who is boss.