Current clothes: Gray shorts. One of my Rush concert t-shirts. White ankle socks. Brown leather shoes. (Which are badly scuffed up and desperately need a bit of shoe polish, but that's about item number six thousand on my to-do list at the moment.)
Current mood: OK, but I'm having trouble working up much enthusiasm for the stuff I really ought to do today.
Current music: Nothing. I'm still desperately trying to catch up with months (and, in at least one case, years) worth of podcasts, so that's what my ears have been busy doing.
Current annoyance: Weather that's not only hot, but also humid. Which is just wrong in the desert, not to mention a big disadvantage when your A/C relies on evaporative cooling. Also, the fact that my house still hasn't returned to an entirely liveable condition after my surgical downtime.
Current thing: Trying to bring my house back to an entirely liveable condition after my surgical downtime.
Current desktop picture: Still this same bookish picture as last month. As I said last time, I think this one's going to stick around for a while.
Current book: The Dangerous World of Butterflies by Peter Laufer.
Current song in head: "One Headlight" by the Wallflowers, which has been stuck in my head since I heard it on the radio maybe a week ago. This is particularly annoying, since I don't remember most of the lyrics -- indeed, I'm not even sure I've ever been able to properly make out most of the lyrics -- so what's stuck in my head is basically, "Blah blah blah blah blah, da da da da da, da da da da da ONE HEADLIGHT!"
Current refreshment: Diet Pepsi.
Current DVD in player: Nothing at the moment, as I've been doing a lot of streaming lately instead of watching discs. But I just finished season 3 of Arrested Development. You know, when I started watching that, I could not understand what all the fuss was about. Yeah, OK, it was an American sitcom I actually found watchable, which is rare enough... but it took me a while to appreciate just how brilliant it is. Or maybe it took a while to get brilliant. I'm not sure which. But season three is pretty darned brilliant.
Current worry: So, even though the hormone-suppressing drug they gave me should have worn off by now, I'm still getting hot flashes. I asked the doctor about it, and she said give it until November -- that'll be six months after the surgery -- and see if it goes away. If not, I may just have somehow been catapulted into early menopause. "Which would be a shame," she said, "after I went to all that trouble to save your ovaries." No shit, doc. Imagine how I feel! Here's hoping it's just a lingering after-effect of the surgery and/or the drugs.
Current thought: I don't seem to be able to form a coherent thought at the moment. Right, then. Back to the laundry and housecleaning!