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В Москве и Московской области без осадков. Ветер югозападный, 3-7 метров в секунду. Температура ночью 10-15, днем 20-25 градусов.
В ленинградской области температура ночью 8-13, днем 18-23. Кратковременные дожди.

В Москве и Московской области 22 февраля временами небольшой снег, на дорогах гололедица, днем максимальная температура 2-5 градусов мороза, по области до 9 градусов мороза, ветер западный. 23-24 февраля облачная погода с прояснениями, временами небольшой снег, ветер северо-западный, местами с порывами до 14-19 метров в секунду, температура 23 февраля ночью 4-9 градусов мороза, днем 1-6 градусов мороза, 24 февраля ночью и днем 6-11 градусов мороза, на дорогах гололедица.

1. На какой географический район составлен этот прогноз погоды? В северной европейской Россие? Московской области
2. На какие дни? 22-25 февраля.
3. Какой день будет самый холодный? Я думаю, 24 февраля.
4. На какие дни прогнозирусется гололедица? 22, 24 февраля?
5. Заполните пропуск (extrapolate from the series of the first three words): время - time, место - place, временами - at times, местами - some places?

Oogh. And at some point I'll go back and do the questions from yesterday, at some point today. Barring that I have a fuckton of orders to do, since I shouldn't have much in the way of inbound. Which I CAN CHECK ON MY NEW TOY. Not that I'm bouncy about this. At all. Ever. Checking, checking... yeah, it doesn't look like there's much due at all this week. Not from UPS, anyway.

Still pretty much okay, though taking exercise easy for a bit. Still generating enough mucus to drown a horse. Don't know what's up with that, but it's really getting irritating. Still just generally bouncy about, um. Everything. I had a moment today when I read a long sentence full of big words in Russian and pretty much understood it. That was awesome. Of course, then I was promptly lost in half the rest of it, but hey!

Oh. And in other news, somehow science has managed to make a gel that pretty drastically reduces your chances of getting HIV. Holy crap, people. Maybe a vaccine or something isn't that far off, yeah? That would be incredibly, intensely awesome.

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I don't have the energy to make up many more sentences about German in question form.

So. Oh god, so. Today was a Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day. Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, I present:

Exhibit A: My widget LIED to me. Instead of one, maybe two boxes, there were five or six. Relatively easy to deal with, but still.
Exhibit B: The two new friends I've been talking about, hereby now known as Chuckles and Pixie just because, are abruptly the center of some epic relationship drama. And possibly dragging us in. Boy suggested we get spare room ready to be an actual spare room. Nngh.
Exhibit C: Broken TV is unfixable. New TVs start at, what, $475?
Exhibit D: Old car received a citation today. A parking citation. In our own damn parking lot.
Exhibit D-2: This, despite the fact that fuckheads who don't actually live here or bear stickers saying they do routinely park in our lot. And take up every goddamn space in front of our apartment.
Exhibit E: This splinter in the boy's foot that may or may not be getting infected and is apparently resisting evacuation.
Exhibit F: The goddamn bread got stuck in the piece of shit toaster. Again.
Exhibit G: Kitty peeing on floor. (This actually happened some time ago but we just found out today.)
Exhibit H: There is no exhibit H. Go see the squirrels.

I am tired. I am also kind of pissed, so there may in fact be running tomorrow despite the fact that I probably shouldn't. There may not be. I'm really, really hoping tomorrow is better because at this rate I'm going to bite someone's head off what shouldn't be bit. Cranky kitty is cranky, and cranky kitty is a stone bitch when she's cranky.

On the plus side... I'm sure there was a plus side here somewhere. Mark Sheppard was on Warehouse 13, that's a plus side. I have corsety goodness. I have, barring everything else, material to make a costume for Dragon*Con even if I don't actually spend any more money. My writing is getting done very, very slowly, but hopefully steadily in greater and greater amounts till I can actually make my deadlines. Either that or I hermit all weekend and catch the fuck up. Something. Who knows. I'm going to bed now before I stab what's left of this day in the face.