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Busy weekend
Feb. 7th, 2011 09:53 amMolly and I were suffering a bit with colds and so didn't open our journals all weekend. She cooked me lovely steak and kidney pie in celebration of my birthday last night, but neither of us had much of an appetite, and I'm afraid I didn't do it justice. We tried the usual potions, but the ingredients we had at home had gone a bit off, so they were ineffective. Molly popped out to the village apothecary, only to discover they were out of pepper up potion, too. Hard to believe in February! But a new batch had been brewed and delivered by early this morning, and so I'm feeling much better and back at my desk. The steam still coming out of my ears is a nuisance, though.
Of course, despite the fact that we were feeling under the weather, we still had chores to do. The goat shed still needed to be mucked out, and the chickens fed and the straw turned, never mind that we were sneezing our heads off. I had brought some reports home over the weekend and dozed off over the spreadsheets late last night and woke up with ink on my cheek--I had knocked over the ink well when eyes drifted shut and my noggin drifted toward the surface of the kitchen table. I was glad I did bring the reports, home, as I'm quite caught up now. The Muggleborn Labour Committee is meeting tomorrow, and it had to be finished for that.
We've had rather a lull in the shuffling of subject placements (both muggleborns and newly awakened Sleepers). I think the labour market has finally settled down enough in the aftermath of Black's Paralysis, that we're able to make good predictions of what manpower will be needed where. There are always shortages in the coal mines, but that's an ongoing problem that I think we'll just have to live with. The bosses prefer them young, as small bodies do a better job of getting into the narrower tunnels. The accident rate remains unfortunately high, however, which necessitates a constant turnover of labour.
February's a slog, even if it's short. I must admit I'm weary of this cold, grey weather.
Fortuately, I have leftover steak and kidney pie for lunch today to help cheer me up.
Of course, despite the fact that we were feeling under the weather, we still had chores to do. The goat shed still needed to be mucked out, and the chickens fed and the straw turned, never mind that we were sneezing our heads off. I had brought some reports home over the weekend and dozed off over the spreadsheets late last night and woke up with ink on my cheek--I had knocked over the ink well when eyes drifted shut and my noggin drifted toward the surface of the kitchen table. I was glad I did bring the reports, home, as I'm quite caught up now. The Muggleborn Labour Committee is meeting tomorrow, and it had to be finished for that.
We've had rather a lull in the shuffling of subject placements (both muggleborns and newly awakened Sleepers). I think the labour market has finally settled down enough in the aftermath of Black's Paralysis, that we're able to make good predictions of what manpower will be needed where. There are always shortages in the coal mines, but that's an ongoing problem that I think we'll just have to live with. The bosses prefer them young, as small bodies do a better job of getting into the narrower tunnels. The accident rate remains unfortunately high, however, which necessitates a constant turnover of labour.
February's a slog, even if it's short. I must admit I'm weary of this cold, grey weather.
Fortuately, I have leftover steak and kidney pie for lunch today to help cheer me up.