I completely love how silly the dreaming brain can be

I woke up this morning with a vivid memory of having discovered a great dictionary entry for the next time I get to run a round of email fictionary: there's a second definition of the term 'orbital mechanics' that's totally unrelated to the astronomical first meaning; I would have the contestants create plausible second definitions, and see if they could determine the true one. Which is, according to the lower-right-hand page of the dictionary I saw in dreams around 8:30a.m., an ornamental method of cooking and displaying chicken.

In other news, I'm back from a week in Louisiana with eight other SWILums, doing work in the heat for some state parks and a wetland-plant farm -- but less work than I'd expected on a service vacation, as you've probably already read about in others' postings. I managed to sprain my ankle four days before leaving, effect an emergency crash cure by completely keeping off it for 60 hours, and got it in good enough shape to work on it, gingerly the first day but increasingly vigorously as days went by.

Oh, and I wanted to show off my new lj icon.