Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

I didn't manage a nap on Friday—one of these days I may remember to turn the phone ringer and answering machine speaker off when I'm home sick—but I did convince onyxlynx to come up and visit me for a couple of hours. Tea, chocolate, conversation. including but not limited to catching up on stuff. She's not in New York very often these days, but she used to live in Washington Heights, and had no trouble finding my apartment. This may be the first time I've spent with just her: usually, it's been a group (not usually a large one) of people, because I got to know her gradually through fannish stuff, and then she moved west, and when she is here she is trying to get together with lots of people in a short time.

So, I've been doing somewhat domestic things the rest of the weekend, for values of "domestic" that include shopping (Greenmarket and grocery store), walking in the park, and dealing with paperwork and bills. A bit of reading, a bit of email. The leaves are just beginning to turn, but there are still some morning glories, and I think we saw more dragonflies an hour ago than we had at any time this summer. Still not a lot, compared to some years: it was a cool, damp summer by local standards. When we walked past the salt marsh, a turtle was basking on the very top of a tire in the water: the tire is standing on end, with just a little bit exposed at high tide, and moving gently back and forth when waves pass it. cattitude took some photos; I didn't have my camera this time.

I'm still not feeling 100% well: not seriously ill, but enough that while walking is good, weight-lifting may have to wait a bit longer. I am glad I stayed home Friday, even if rest didn't equal sleep. (It often doesn't, for me.)