in which some stuff is covered.

The Great Ladybug Relocation Project has begun. they're everywhere. the bathroom still seems to be a favorite place, but they're also in my bedroom. i just found one crawling in my hair and down my neck. they always seem to gravitate to the windows, crawling resolutely toward the light.

i feel their pain. ;)

just now, i gently caught the one about to crawl down my T-shirt and took it outside. there i am, standing by the maple tree in our front yard at ten o'clock at night (with a neighbor peering at me curiously from her doorway) lecturing an insect as to why it ought to have the good sense to crawl off my hand.

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this morning at breakfast, i mentioned the C.S. Lewis Chronicles renumbering controversy to my mother; she, too, rolled her eyes. i was trying to explain - upon finding out she'd devoured the rest of The Magician's Nephew, and all of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe - that she had a choice as to what she wanted to read next; if she wanted to go in a strict chronological order (which, honestly, i know she tends to be more comfortable with in terms of her mystery series reading) she could read The Horse and His Boy. if she wanted to follow the children onto their next visit to Narnia, she could read Prince Caspian.

i got some things accomplished today - laundry, fishbowl cleaning, took my bike in to be repaired - but work... was rather annoying.

every few minutes, my client tried to move the sheet. he kept wriggling out of the draping, and flashing things that are supposed to stay covered. i'm pretty sure i've had as exasperating a session before, but i'm hard-pressed to remember it right now. the fact that this guy seemed kind of innocuous made it worse: though i stopped him several times and told him the sheet had to be up, i didn't feel i could say the things i would have said to him if he'd been more obviously a lech.

i kept gritting my teeth. and re-tucking.

when i got home i ate, helped my mom wash dishes, and then asked her "Do you think you'd like a foot rub? It'd be nice to work on someone who appreciates it... and doesn't want anything else from me."

i rubbed in a soothing lotion containing menthol, then wrapped her feet in hot towels for five minutes or so, before rubbing each of them for ten to fifteen minutes.

and while i worked, she read out loud to me from The Horse and his Boy.