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One of my favorite authors, Sir Terry Pratchett has died. Quietly, in his own bed with his cat, says the BBC.
Small Gods was the first book of his I read. I think I picked it up at music practice one Monday, greatsword had left it lying around. I was entranced and chewed through Greatsword's entire Pratchett library in a couple of weeks.
I think we all knew after the Alzheimer's diagnoses a few years ago that the books would stop coming someday, but ... I just never wanted that day to be "today".
Rest in Peace, Sir Terry. Thank you for giving me for a whole world.

Haven't done one of these for a while:
1. I went to visit my parents over president's day. Mom had saved a Penzey Spice catalog for me because it had a variant on lasagne in it, a method for rolling up the lasagne in the noodle. I can't decide if it's worth trying or not. It might make serving easier for a big group. I'm hoping to get a veggie lasagne into the freezer this weekend, as back-up dinner for the lenten season.
2. The most depressing thing I've seen all week: it's a timeline/map of unemployment from 2004 to 2011.
3. I just realized I'll have my five year anniversary at HP this year (mid-March, IIRC). Which means if I count the months at the start-up I thought I was being hired by just before they were purchased by HP, GM's been listening to me complain about this job for five solid years. I'm surprised he has not stabbed me with a fork.
4. I'm not making as much progress on my 2011 art goals as I'd like, but I have a date to make beer this weekend with by apprentice's boyfriend. I hope this helps me make the decision whether I'm going to start brewing again, or that it is time to give away all the gear.
In the positive art goals column: I've begun learning to knit which I hope gets easier. Gormflaith and I dyed and finished three small leather purses that GM had cut out. In the next few weeks, I hope to hem/alter three dresses and start painting the IKEA glasses left from PPF2.
5. The last two Wednesday dance practices have been filled with attempts to reconstruct Playford's Saint Martin (#66). It's a bit awkward in places, but I think once we get used to it people will like it.  The tune is not so pretty as (for example) Maiden Lane, but it's better than some.

 Friday night I found a dollar at the gas station. Saturday morning I found two $20 on Chestnut Street, behind the Trader Joe's. I used the dollar I found Friday to buy a lotto ticket (yes, I'm numerically illiterate, whattayougunnadoaboutit?) . I got three numbers and won $10, more than I've ever won on the lotto before.