There's nothing like lazing in bed with books, is there? (Though - are you the sort of person who does lecture notes? I'd love to skim them. What I know about that era of history could fit into a small pamphlet. Or, I suppose, more excuse for you to send me away with bags of books. Not a complaint, in the least.)
As to Raz. Last night, the thrill of the thing carried him - us - through. Today, well. He's been quietly not admitting to a headache coming on, but I'll be down again in a few hours to check and be handy. (Also, frankly, I'd rather not sleep alone tonight.)
You are, frankly, a more amiable target for my care-taking than he is, and I know full well nagging at him won't help. Nor will hovering, fretting, fussing, or asking him to be forthcoming. We manage - and truly, this isn't as bad as it might be, from external observation, before you worry. He's being sensible about it. And we did have a quiet but pleasant afternoon before that, so that's good. (Though, clearly, I should buy into a part share of that bakery: I fully expect to be placing a regular order now.)
I'm finding the arguments about the theories almost as fascinating as the theories themselves. Part of me just wants to read more, and the other part wants to cross-reference who's relying on whom, and who's agreeing with what, and who's using which theories to support their theories. It's all rather glorious condensed knowledge, isn't it?
I do think you're on to something - well, you usually are - with the more numinous magic. You do hear the stories, from time to time, of people whose bindings affect them in unexpected ways, both good and bad. And I admit, without the examples of my family in front of me, I'd be more nervous about that.
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Re: Private message to Antosha
Date: 2012-10-07 10:25 pm (UTC)There's nothing like lazing in bed with books, is there? (Though - are you the sort of person who does lecture notes? I'd love to skim them. What I know about that era of history could fit into a small pamphlet. Or, I suppose, more excuse for you to send me away with bags of books. Not a complaint, in the least.)
As to Raz. Last night, the thrill of the thing carried him - us - through. Today, well. He's been quietly not admitting to a headache coming on, but I'll be down again in a few hours to check and be handy. (Also, frankly, I'd rather not sleep alone tonight.)
You are, frankly, a more amiable target for my care-taking than he is, and I know full well nagging at him won't help. Nor will hovering, fretting, fussing, or asking him to be forthcoming. We manage - and truly, this isn't as bad as it might be, from external observation, before you worry. He's being sensible about it. And we did have a quiet but pleasant afternoon before that, so that's good. (Though, clearly, I should buy into a part share of that bakery: I fully expect to be placing a regular order now.)
I'm finding the arguments about the theories almost as fascinating as the theories themselves. Part of me just wants to read more, and the other part wants to cross-reference who's relying on whom, and who's agreeing with what, and who's using which theories to support their theories. It's all rather glorious condensed knowledge, isn't it?
I do think you're on to something - well, you usually are - with the more numinous magic. You do hear the stories, from time to time, of people whose bindings affect them in unexpected ways, both good and bad. And I admit, without the examples of my family in front of me, I'd be more nervous about that.
Auri