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It's a holiday - of course I'm sick
Apr. 15th, 2009 12:32 pmI always swore that I'd only ever be sick on company time, but my body hasn't gotten the memo, or e-mail.
I picked up Robert's scritchy throat around Crown, but managed to save the full cold til Easter, when it would only inconvenience me. Argh.
Admittedly, til I'm on wages being sick on company time is expensive. But being sick on a holiday weekend feels like time taken from me, rather than from someone else.
So we had a subdued hols. I girded myself on Saturday to see Van Dyck at Tate Britain with the splendid Anne and Paul, then on to the Wallace to take in the glorious 14th c. gold and silver jewelry hoards - suspected to be Jewish jewellers stock and cash, stashed possibly during the pogroms that broke out during the Black Death (cause of course it's the Jews' fault), never reclaimed, til the 19th and 21st centuries.
Gorgeous, mid-14th c brooches, clasps, spangles, rings, and belts or circlets (hard to tell which, fragmentary), plate, and extraordinary Jewish wedding bands.
Sappy hearts and flowers jewelry is period, apparently.
Catalogue looks great, and is only £18 paperback - very worthwhile.
I then staggered home, and retired to the sofa for the rest of the weekend, kept company by Bab5, John Adams, Dollhouse (more Joss Whedon, akin to 'La Femme Nikita' only techier) and occasionally my sweetie, with tea and sympathy.
Got some accessories-sewing done towards the Cranach gown, but still have a heap of hemming, and some fitting, left before it's decent.
I picked up Robert's scritchy throat around Crown, but managed to save the full cold til Easter, when it would only inconvenience me. Argh.
Admittedly, til I'm on wages being sick on company time is expensive. But being sick on a holiday weekend feels like time taken from me, rather than from someone else.
So we had a subdued hols. I girded myself on Saturday to see Van Dyck at Tate Britain with the splendid Anne and Paul, then on to the Wallace to take in the glorious 14th c. gold and silver jewelry hoards - suspected to be Jewish jewellers stock and cash, stashed possibly during the pogroms that broke out during the Black Death (cause of course it's the Jews' fault), never reclaimed, til the 19th and 21st centuries.
Gorgeous, mid-14th c brooches, clasps, spangles, rings, and belts or circlets (hard to tell which, fragmentary), plate, and extraordinary Jewish wedding bands.
Sappy hearts and flowers jewelry is period, apparently.
Catalogue looks great, and is only £18 paperback - very worthwhile.
I then staggered home, and retired to the sofa for the rest of the weekend, kept company by Bab5, John Adams, Dollhouse (more Joss Whedon, akin to 'La Femme Nikita' only techier) and occasionally my sweetie, with tea and sympathy.
Got some accessories-sewing done towards the Cranach gown, but still have a heap of hemming, and some fitting, left before it's decent.
