I'm busy, all the time. I knew November would be crazy, but that was back in October, when as far as I knew, all I would have to deal with would be the Iron Noder challenge along with normal baby duties. Then I got 2 web design jobs (Hooray, money! Boo, lots of work!) and also found myself a coder on our favourite place on all the inter nets. I could have postponed the E2 coding work but the thing is, once I start something, I get really into it. So, all in all, I've been spending way too much time on the computer, and the rest of the time is taken up with baby stuff and people calling around and the like. It's easy to forget that you are actually in a relationship with the person you have had a baby with, and that relationship needs tending. It's Jo's birthday soon, and we'll do something nice. I have lots of hobbies, and right now, she doesn't have any, and doesn't know what to do with her time when the baby is asleep. She ends up reading trashy magazines and watching the same period drama DVDs over and over.
It's been snowing here. Apparently we're getting a wind blowing down directly from the Arctic on an unusual path, and so Ireland and England are colder than Siberia at this time. We're spoiled by the Gulf Stream, they say. We should be like Canada, like Alaska, like Northern Russia, they say. They say the Stream might stop one day, like it did in The Day After Tomorrow, but with less stupid. If that happens, The Emerald Isle becomes Iceland, England's habitable areas shrink to an area the size of Wales, and suddenly all the European migration trends reverse, as people start worrying more about warmth than they do about money. There won't be superstorms sucking frozen air down to flash-freeze us all like Siberian mammoths, just a slow death of a way of life that lasted a lot longer than it should have. They say that one day they will be able to bring the mammoth back to life. That one day there will be cities in Antarctica. I hope I live long enough to see everything that ever happens, because I would hate to be left for dead in the middle of all these stories.