From the Desk of Heather

This is the view from my office window.  Yesterday was not a nice day.  Damn dreary, actually.

The view in my bed while wearing PJs is much better.

This little rock sits on my desk, underneath my monitor.  I pocketed it while sitting down for a quick snack on the summit of Kilimanjaro.  That wasn't very "leave no trace and don't steal shit" of me, but...  I don't have a justification.  I wanted it in my pocket, so in my pocket it went.  The end.

"Take me home with you, Heather."

Behind me is the dreary weather, in front of me is Antarctica, my dream vacation destination.  No, seriously.  That's not a joke.  It's happening in 2014.  Twenty.  Fourteen.  That shit is on.

I want to go to there.

(Monday, Jan 23rd)

Demon Sink

My kitchen sink could not handle the excessive activity that took place Sunday morning.  It rebelled with a vengeance.

Possible opening scene for any Stephen King/Hitchcock/Lovecraft movie.

I called the front desk and Captain Maintenance showed up a bit later with a lecture and a dash of snark (guess he carries that shit around in his little tool belt).  More than worth it to avoid getting eaten by the demon sink, but come on.  I rent for a reason.  Fix my sink, dude, and keep your attitude to yourself.

After he stormed out with "I don't have time to fix this right now.  If it floods, it floods.", I went over to Roosevelt Island to snap a few pictures.

This about as close as I like to get to Georgetown.  Except when I need a cupcake, then I'll get closer.

It was *this* big!

It was cold and windy, but I came home to a clog-and-demon-free sink.  All is once again right in the world.

My Thumbs Are Trapped

Driving home from work this evening I pulled into Iwo Jima for my PoD.  PotD?  Either way:

I was wearing glomitts when I took this picture because it was about 20 degrees out.  The things I do for my blog readers.  All three of you.

The thumb holes aren't cut off though, which is a ridiculous oversight on their parts.  My thumbs always feel so trapped.

Tomorrow?  An indoor picture.

Ant

I took a few pictures outside this afternoon, but they didn't turn out well and it's effing freezing out there so I'm not going back for round two.  Instead, here is one of my favorite Christmas presents from last year, along side a weird sculpture-thing purchased for .25 at a yard sale.

If Kristy was here, she'd be afraid of this.

Also, cat.

Do I got anything on my nose?  Feels like I do.