I think I've managed a reasonable balance between resting, and not getting bored or fidgety. I took advantage of a sunny interlude to re-waterproof my boots, because they leaked slightly in Montreal last weekend. I also went for a short walk in the park, on the snow: in a different and inferior pair of boots that I should probably get rid of, because they are simultaneously too big for my feet and too small around my calves.

I've also done a bit more of decluttering, some of the stuff from the top of my dresser. Lots of ancient ATM receipts, con badges, ancient tea bags, and business cards of people I have no recollection of. I also turned up one game I might play again (Nuclear War, the card game), some coins, both U.S. and foreign, and a necklace that I had no recollection of. It's elisem's work, and I would have known that much even without the handwritten tag. And then, describing the decluttering to Lise (WINOLJ), I suddenly remembered buying it, near the end of a Minicon (I think that was the same Sunday afternoon when Elise's sister gave a talk on some characteristics of fannish speech and conversation). Freshwater pearls and mother-of-pearl, and maybe I'll remember it sometime when I'm wearing a suitably bright-colored shirt (it would be lost against white and, I think, look wrong against most pastels).

Other things I'm keeping include some photos my mother sent me between 1981 and 1990 (based on the return address) and a pair of small blue lampwork beads. [Also, most of my jewelry lives on the dresser, as do pony tail holders and my deodorant. Things that are supposed to be there get to stay, of course. And I have to decide whether that category includes my Beads of the Month stashes, and if not, where they are supposed to live.