sun, sky, sleep.

[harborshore]

At the cottage. We have a little bit of internet, which is nice. I had some tiresome news, which was less nice. More tilting at the windmills of Swedish university bureaucracy, woot.

But I sat on the cliffs in the sun today and unraveled a couple of the really knotty thesis knots, and I played tennis and I cuddled with my cat, and I wrote about 800 words of a story, edited a friend's medical school statement that she sent me last week, and I got somewhere with the translation I'm working on (and will be paid for!). All in all, I can deal with the tiresome.

Also, my favorite meme is going around again.

Gacked from torakowalski:

Ask me my Top Five Whatevers. Fannish or literary or otherwise. Any top fives. Doesn't matter what, really! And I will answer them all in a new post (or in comments). Possibly with pictures.

PS: ♥

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[harborshore.livejournal.com]

OOOOH. This list could have been a lot longer, but these were the ones that came to mind first.

1. The dessert at the restaurant in a teeny-tiny town outside San Francisco that looked like a set from a Western movie: vanilla/lavendar pannacotta. Like sheer heaven in a cup.

2. The ice cream I had at this tiny cafe in Rome--it was just plain chocolate, lemon sorbet, and hazelnut, but Jesus fucking CHRIST, I've never had better ice cream.

3. The chocolate orange cookie they sold me at Ben's Cookies at Kensington High Street in London last week.

4. That time we were backpacking in Greece and I had fried fish at a restaurant on a tiny tiny island called Fourni and it was basically that day's catch...

5. This one time my sister and I made pizza with arugula, mozzarella, avocado (we added that after it was done), roasted peppers, and our own chili tomato sauce. Unf.