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Borrowing this one from [personal profile] shaggydogstail, cross-posting from my tumblr.

5 things you’ll find in my bag: Mm, I try not to carry a bag. In my shorts pockets today: keys, phone, metro card, cash, ID

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom: books, books, books (the better half has decreed that the living room shall not look like a library, so the bedroom does); a clock-radio from the 1980s; several shirts that will probably never be hand-washed or scrubbed for stains; my one stuffed animal, a fluffy sheep the size of a volleyball; a mug with two dozen rainbow colored Sharpies

5 things I’ve always wanted to do: live above a grocery store or restaurant; live in a megacity; travel in North Africa, West Africa, or India; take gorgeous photos; write a novel

5 things that make me happy: sunshine, baked goods, air conditioning, eating out, baby animals

5 things I’m currently into: shorts and tee shirts, high-SPF sunblock, swimming, long periods of silence, not commuting

5 things on my to-do list: The real answer to this will bore you to tears. (They are all work tasks with rapidly approaching deadlines.) Instead: nephew-proof the apartment (they and their parents will be here for a few days); clean the shower (and pretend I do that regularly); purchase various yummy baked goods (under the pretense that they are for the nephews); check to see if I can bring the nephews to the pool; plan various retreat strategies for when it all gets to be too much

Anyone else interested?
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So I've had this odd, recurring stomach bug for about two weeks now, which in the end isn't a terrible thing--the semester hasn't started yet, I can afford to spend some time on the couch, and I have managed to watch so much television, you wouldn't believe. All of Broadchurch (excellent first and third seasons, much love for Olivia Colman); all of Grantchester (the most pastiche-y show I've ever seen, every cozy British mystery series trope I could think of wrapped up in a single show); whole stretches of Star Trek Voyager and Deep Space Nine; the madcap, infectious Chewing Gum; and the best one of them all: Baby Animals in the Wild (on Netflix, ten hours total).

Click through, scroll down to that little spotted fawn, and watch the trailer. Go ahead, I'll wait for you.

This series is the antidote to everything difficult in your life right now, flist. It's twenty half-hour episodes, organized in ten pairs devoted to different habitats. Forest babies, beach babies, grassland babies, desert babies, wetland babies, mountain babies, jungle babies, snow babies. In the first episode, "Morning," you watch the babies and their parents wake up (or, for the nocturnal crew, settle down to sleep) and feed. The second episode, "Afternoon," takes you along while they play, hide, suckle, practice chewing, practice pouncing, and eventually settle down for the night. Tiny alligators break out of their eggs. Baby koalas cling to their mothers. Chicks open their beaks so wide for food. A spindly foal stands for the first time. Bear cubs devour the salmons their mother's brought. Gibbons bounce. And they all eat so hungrily and sleep so peacefully.

If you haven't seen this series yet, give it a try! I guarantee your soul will feel better. :)

Any other recommendations, flist? Shows you've been enjoying recently?

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