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I got a little caught up in the internet, late this afternoon. I started reading profiles of foster kids in IL and couldn't quit. Attached to the profiles is a "disability dictionary", where they define terms that might be used in describing the kids. (Though they don't seem to include the local foster-care-speak terms. I figured out "IEP", but "PPLA"? Anyone?) I kept clicking through kid after kid after kid, imagining where they were at the moment, wondering what things were not being said and remembering stuff from my old job (working with kids like these). Finally I came across a term ("reactive attachment disorder") I didn't know; I looked up the definition, read it, thought it was sketchy, and decided to read over some of the terms I *did* know to see if they sounded correct to me or not. After a couple minutes of doing this I went back to the profiles and found (to my relief) that I didn't have to read any more before I went home. Emotional-brain had clicked off and research-brain had clicked on. What an odd feeling.

Other "clicked-off" areas include the knitting-brain and the writing-brain. No, I'm not knitting anything substantial at the moment. Yes, I know we're in the Knitting Olympics. It's a long story. I'll explain later.

Not the real thing, but damn close.

My twin loves converge: Jacob at TWOP recaps the Big Damn Movie. I have a love/hate relationship with Jacob's recaps, but they are line-by-line detailed and he reads characters better than anybody I know--including some of the writers. I can't wait to finish reading his treatment of Serenity.

However, I'd love (trees be damned) to print off the text and read it in the real world; I've been too long on the computer lately, and even though I love it, and it's where all my friends are, and it stretches my intelligence and empathy in ways that RL has not lately, I know that on a very basic level the computer is not good for me. I am not a casual user. Neither can I quit cold turkey. We need some structural modifications around this corner of myself.

I've also been working hard on keeping the Tally Ho neat and tidy, as I'm always inspired to do when Wells is either actually or virtually nearby. I'm still recovering from the day-after-Christmas feeling of having some of the coolest people I know swing through town, and all the touristing that entails. The house still needs to be cleaned, but now there's no Very Special Guest to anticipate, for a while at least. And there's been random knitting, though no Great Fiber Love to take up my time. (Though I still wear the Rogue faithfully (coughmumble) times per week, our relationship is no longer the same.) And there's quite a bit going on at work that I can't communicate here, but my brain is starting to stretch in different directions, which is exciting and scary.

Have I vagued everything up for you now? Good. Good night.