Well, moontown cafe sure looks pretty now eh? Of course, I no longer have my MTC mail account, which means all sorts of important stuff is bouncing back to wherever it came from because the account no longer exists. Seems they switched email servers, which creates a whole host of problems for those of us that have had MTC mail for years, and used it as the address used when we signed up for stuff (as in, there are 100 places that I can no longer use the "lost your password" retrieval service should I need to.) Lovely. And of course, there was no prior warning so I didn't have the option of getting those accounts changed over to a different email account. I also lost my premier membership status at MTC, so I can't view a good part of the site.
All byproducts of well-intentioned but misdirected brilliance. I'm feeling pretty much done with it.
There was a beautiful storm last night. It was a large storm, not a small sudden cell, which means that the lightning was beautiful, and the thunder was huge and slow, and seemed to rumble across miles and miles of sky. Scott and I sat on the porch, watching and listening for a while. It wasn't a violent storm, the rain didn't fall in torrential sheets, the lightning didn't come in quick succession, it was slow and peaceful, and very Zen. It was nice.
The clouds and some rain linger today, and, at least earlier, it wasn't so oppressively hot. Unfortunately, this afternoon, the storms-in-the-area sinus headache has hit, and I can't get rid of it.
My 'nesting' continues though, the bathroom is spotless (ok maybe not spotless - I probably missed a spot somewhere, and I'm still not going to eat from the floor behind the toilet or anything but hey...) I can still see the bottom of my laundry hampers, and there's no pile of unfolded jeans in the chair in the living room. I've even taken to making my bed, which I haven't done since I was a little kid. The first thing I did when I got up was clean the dining room. And while sitting outside later, I realized that my strange newly developed OCD is reaching new highs when I decided I wanted to bleach one particularly shaded area of the outside wall of the house because the brick is growing some green substance that looks startlingly like mold of some sort. I stopped myself before I started because I knew if I did that one spot, I'd soon find myself with a spray bottle, bleaching the entire exterior, lest I have one spot cleaner that the rest. I'm considering a pressure washer as we speak...
Ang, I'm going to work out the details of the train a little later, I really think I can do it. I'll let you know!