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Better. Rugs is vacuumed, ant invasion is over (I hope; I haven't seen any ants since Wednesday), computer is backed up, router seems to be behaving, laundry is sorted. Floors need swiffering and mopping and laundry needs doing, in that order so I don't have to mop around the drying rack, but at least I don't feel quite so much like I live in a pit tangled up with a mass of cat hair and rug fuzz and broken technology.

There's nothing wrong with my computer. The Computer Loft ran a bunch of tests on it and said it was possibly the router, and to try resetting that before I call RCN and spend half my life on hold so they can tell me to unplug it and plug it back in again. So I came home and unplugged the router and plugged it back in again, and tried it, and it wasn't having any. But this morning, when I was resigned to calling RCN, it all behaved perfectly well. I do not understand technology. (And I actually like RCN, especially compared to the other option, which is Comcast.)

I broke down and ordered a DVD bookcase because I am so tired of having more DVDs than I have shelf space. The extra ones do not belong on top of the cable box; it annoys me to see them there, and I have enough other things to be annoyed about and enough money to throw at the problem, so that's what I did. I've found myself not thinking so much about money lately, which is new and different. I used to think about it in the context of not having much at all, and then I gradually started thinking about it in the context of having enough to be able to do things that made me happy but weren't absolutely necessary, and now I'm sort of taking having a certain amount of it for granted. Which is probably a bad idea. I was prepared to throw several hundred dollars at computer repairs, having already thrown several hundred dollars at Lily's blood test earlier this month. That would have been impossible when I was young, and inconvenient five years ago, but now I'm OK with it and I'm not sure I should be.

I am, however, allowed to go spend my birthday gift card for Brookline Booksmith, so I think I'll do that today. Books make me happy, even if they do take up space. I have two largish boxes of books that need new homes. I still want to start the ODE Non-Dental Book Swap Shelf, but I never get around to it. Maybe I'll sneak in some weekend and start it.
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One foot in front of the other. Standard 2 is back to 292 pages, Table 2 is down to 19 pages, and I had to go pelting out at 1:00 yesterday to try to send some documents to a consultant in Philadelphia for same-day delivery. The only way to do that would have been to get on a train at South Station with them and take them to Philadelphia myself. We decided that delivery at 8:00 this morning was close enough, so I sent them by FedEx. Since my boss had said "See you tomorrow" when I left, I didn't go back to work after the FedEx office; I went to Otto (mushroom and roasted cauliflower pizza, which hit the spot) and then I went home. The Hairy Beasts were highly suspicious, because the last time I came home in the middle of a weekday afternoon, the vet appeared six minutes later. No vet this time, though.

What I should have done yesterday afternoon is go to Target, because I have enough of a List to make it worthwhile. But doing that would have required me to go back to the vicinity of work again, and not being at work in the afternoon already felt odd enough without being in the neighborhood with no intention of going back to work. So I went home instead and freaked the cats out.

It wasn't a good day to be Snip, yesterday. First there was the whole "suspicion of vet" incident, and then after dinner there was something she didn't like about the weather. I didn't hear any thunder, but it rained hard and she came slinking into the living room and hid under my knees for a while. She snapped out of it when I lay down on the floor and she discovered my sweatshirt cords and proceeded to kill one of them. And sometime last night she dropped her puffball in the water dish, again, which makes the water undrinkable because there's a puffball in it and makes the puffball untouchable because it's wet. Silly beast.

I should figure out why I have such a problem with washing the floors. I got to the point in the cleaning fit list when that was all that was left, and came to a screeching halt. Partly it's the idea of getting everything out of the kitchen except the table and the butcher blocks, and partly it's the fact that I have to sweep and swiffer the floors before I wash them and that's more work than I wanted at the end of the list. But it makes sense to do the floors last, because everything else (dust, cat hair) that gets cleaned off any other surface falls out of the sky and lands on the floors.

Hm. The Viking ship I saw in the pouring cold rain last October will be in Mystic until this September and open for tours. I think I might try to go see it on a day that isn't pouring cold rain, and get some better pictures.
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The Boston Music Intelligencer reviewed our concert, and said "More diction." In Sanders, you can't be on the stage and hear what the audience hears (or doesn't). I suggested we should circulate a few people per section through the house when we rehearse in there, so "more diction" will actually mean something to more of us, as opposed to being something the conductor says five or six times per rehearsal all semester, so we stop listening when he says it.

I have had it up to the eyebrows with responsible adulthood, and it's only Wednesday. This week the Gainful Employment subdivision of Responsible Adulthood needs to be good for more things than providing food, shelter, and payments for utilities, so I'm running off to the movies (Guardians of the Galaxy vol 2) tonight, rather than going home and doing the rest of the laundry.

Speaking of washing, I've ruined one of my favorite things about having a cat who hunts. These days Lily won't go into the bathroom voluntarily unless I'm in the bathtub (in which case there's no chance that the vet will descend upon her), so she won't come hunt grillonpedes in the tub. And I am damn well not getting into the tub myself if there's a grillionpede in it. Which, this morning, there was, and it was very large. And I had to flush it down the drain myself. Harumpf.

I have to make an appointment for Lily to have blood drawn sometime next month. She seems to be doing OK in all the observable-by-owner categories (eating, using the litterbox, sleeping, reminding Snip who's in charge, generally acting like herself), but I have no way of knowing what her internal chemistry is up to.

Snip got a claw stuck in the masking tape around my embroidery last night, and even that didn't convince her she needs a manicure. She does, desperately, but she's rather like Granny Weatherwax in terms of things she can't be having with.
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I never did get around to busting out the vacuum cleaner on Saturday, but I did get the bed made and the bag of clutter filled up. There is no more pile in my bedroom, and all the pants and bras that got chucked in the closet as I changed sizes are sorted out and put away properly so I can find them again when/if I need them. (I don't plan to need the 42DD bras ever again, though, so I should probably get rid of them.) That means the kitchen, pantry, bedroom, and bathroom are DONE. The closet won't take much more doing, and the living room won't take much doing to begin with, and the office is down to just the bookshelves and some other bits and pieces.

Sunday was mostly good; I got to see my aunt and uncle who I haven't seen since last Easter or thereabouts, and I handed off my CD player/clock radio to my parents, whose CD player doesn't play reliably. And there was lasagna, which Mom said wasn't brilliant but I think was jes' fine.

Unfortunately there was also a lot of "Molly sits there feeling like a lump of Crisco while her sister shows off all sorts of pictures and video of static trapeze moves and everyone says 'Holy shit!'". I rather hate that. If I say anything about what I've been doing with myself, it looks like I'm competing for attention. I won't win that one, so I don't get into it. I just sit there feeling like a lump of Crisco. In the grand scheme of things it doesn't matter that I'm the "other kid" even though I'm the older kid, and in the grand scheme of things I know that, but it still bothers me when my nose gets rubbed in it.

I want cornmeal pancakes with molasses. If I buy cornmeal, I could do that for dinner (assuming I remember where the molasses got relocated to in the pantry).
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The nice thing about it being light out for an hour or so after I get home is that I can make plans to get things done at home and actually get them done, instead of curling up and hibernating.

I didn't take Before pictures, but the decluttering process is going pretty well. I got tired of the unnecessary STUFF in every room, and gave myself permission to just throw it away. My carbon footprint is suffering, but I know I never get around to donating things. (Except junk towels; those go to the MSPCA.) The goal is one trash bag, recycling bag, or large thing per week. It's not a lot, but it's enough to look like progress. Since last month, the pile in my bedroom is about 1/3 the height it was, the featherbed is out of the closet, the potting soil with fungus gnats is out of the kitchen, the box of random paper and stuff is mostly in a recycling bag, and I feel better.

Now if only we could have air that doesn't crack the inside of my nose (that hasn't been any fun for a week now) and doesn't turn the cats into Van de Graaff generators...
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Seems today is Pi Day, and me without any pie. Since it's snowing enough to give me the day off, I ain't going out in search of any pie, either. At least I'm making soup, so I'm halfway to a family tradition. I'll have to ask Dad which of my great-grandfathers lived on soup and pie. (I wonder how he was off for teeth?)

Today is trash day, but they usually come around in the afternoon, so I don't know if anything's getting picked up today. I guess my weekly trash bag of clutter will have to sulk in my office for another week. Next week's bag is going to be recycling, mostly, because I have to go through the pile of Paper That Came Home From Foreign Countries (mostly maps and brochures and museum ticket stubs and things like that). It all lives in a box, which means I probably don't need all of it. I think I'll keep the maps, at least, because that's the record of my having been to those places. My India stuff is in a binder; maybe I'll add some other countries to that.

I thought my next trip was going to be Seattle, but Charleston doesn't sound so bad either. I still have to figure out when, though.

There's an orange cat on my keyboard. I don't remember ordering an orange cat on my keyboard. She wants me to go sit down in the living room so she can sit in my lap. We can't always get what we want, though.
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The six-month Year 2 courses are over! Hooray! Now the Year 2 students can get out of our hair for a month, because they're on break for three weeks to study for and take Part 1 of the national dental board exam and then they've got two weeks for research. Which means they study for a week, take the board exam, and then go on vacation for four weeks. But in any case, they're out of our hair until April 10.

Meanwhile the MMSc got approved, so now it has a brochure and an application form. But that's all it's got; it doesn't have a tuition amount or any actual course content. (It does have a fairly thorough curriculum outline, though. I know because I wrote it. I could teach some of it if I weren't an absolutely terrible teacher.)

Meanwhile, the Year 3 students seem to think going to oral surgery lectures is optional, while complaining that they don't have enough oral surgery lectures. One of the lecturers pretty much went off on them about it yesterday. And for once, a problem with the oral surgery course isn't my fault.

On the home front, Snip was a thoroughly miserable snot factory for two days and then got better, to the relief of all of us. Lily seems to have managed not to catch it, which is also nice for all of us.

I'm trying to declutter my apartment by getting rid of at least one large thing I haven't touched in two years, or one trash bag full of things, per week. Last week I finally got rid of the full-size featherbed that had been living in one of those vacuum storage bags until Snip went mountaineering in the closet one evening and put holes in the bag. And I haven't used the featherbed in at least two years anyway, so out it went, and it felt very liberating. There isn't a lot I can be unconditionally happy about these days, so any little thing helps.

I bailed on the ad hoc chorus committee meeting last night because my brain was DONE by the end of "Let us gird on the armor of light", and I couldn't count and sing anything like the right notes at the same time. That meant I couldn't listen and write at the same time either, so I didn't try. Sometimes enough is enough.
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Yesterday I got through the day by thinking about what I would do if I took today off. And then I remembered today is Thursday, not Friday, so it doesn't matter because I'd have to go back to work on Friday anyway.

I think I definitely need Friday off, though. Not only does it not matter what it is, I Don't Wanna, but I also almost got thoroughly annoyed at somebody who didn't deserve it because I failed at reading comprehension. I was copied on an email that I thought was addressed directly to me, and I was about to tell the world at great length and considerable volume that it is not my responsibility to take care of this thing. As it turns out, the other person who was copied on the email also thought it was addressed to me, so maybe I'm not completely off my onion. Yet.

As of yesterday, a day off would consist of going to the post office and finding out who's sending me a certified letter, actually cooking the bean/lemon/tomato/oregano/etc. recipe I found last week, actually cooking the mushroom/hamburger/rice/etc. casserole recipe I'm inventing, watching the final episode of season 4 of Vikings (recorded last night while I was at chorus rehearsal), ironing the Less Is More embroidery and taking it somewhere for framing, buying paper towels, and possibly doing something random for no other reason than because I want to at that instant minute.

As of this morning, skip the post office, because I went there and they couldn't find the letter. (Gee, I hope it wasn't important or anything...) Everything else still seems like a good idea, though.

There's still a hole in the side of my cat, but it has shrunk considerably and is trying to grow hair. I think the cat is encouraging the presence of the hole, and we may get to the Cone of Shame some day. Not now, though.
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Progress on all fronts, pretty much. I went through the pantry and got rid of several extremely elderly spices and other various stuff that might still have been edible, but I didn't trust it. And now I know I should have asked for a three-tier spice rack for Christmas. The optimist in me thinks I can go down to Fenway tomorrow and go see Rogue One and buy the spice rack I want at either Target or BB&B. The realist thinks there won't be any available movie tickets until at least January 3, and I should order the spice rack online.

Also progress: Lily is the poster child (poster cat?) for methimazole, apparently. As of yesterday she's a light heavyweight of eight pounds, and her thyroid is behaving itself and her liver is too (I had missed the fact that her liver values were off at the end of November). But now she's done with vet appointments until June. I told the vet we had to stop meeting like this, because Lily was getting suspicious. He thought that was amusing.

More progress: I just about got myself out of the crown of that tree, embroidery-wise. Well, horizontally, anyway. Page 7 will be back in it again, but that's three pages from now. I bought myself the first three seasons of Vikings on DVD, and went and watched most of the first season while embroidering yesterday. I wanted to watch the first season again anyway, because the fourth season just ended an era (knew it was coming, had to happen, but still a punch in the gut) and I missed the way it was at the beginning.

Since it was a good day for it (to wit, raining), I made turkey stock yesterday after the vet excitement. All I had for carrots was purple ones, and the stock consequently came out darker than usual, but not actually purple. I'm glad in the long run, although I was a little disappointed yesterday; there are some kinds of purple soup I can deal with (fruit, or borscht), but purple turkey soup isn't one of them.
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Oh, I wish I hadn't come to work today. But if I hadn't, I would be getting this case of ulcers with even less time to do anything about it, so I suppose it's good I'm doing it now. Suffice it to say that the Advanced Surgical Treatment course is mine to schedule again. It starts on January 30 and the course director's department still wants nothing to do with it. The course director himself probably wants nothing to do with it beyond showing up and giving lectures once in a while, because he's only here to see patients two days a week anyway. And now I have to make space in the course for six or seven half-day treatment planning exam sessions. As I say, good thing I found out about this before the winter break, because now I need a vacation.

At least my boss told the medical school that they were absolutely not moving the oral health session from February 8 to January 18. No way could I have sorted that one out in 15 days after break. Even assuming we could get supplies for 200 students ordered, received, and sorted out, I couldn't have gotten enough faculty supervisors.

Lily went and got sneaky on me. She knows I watch her eat her pill pocket, so she does that...and then when I think she's done, and stop watching her, she spits out the pill. Fortunately the pills crush fairly nicely, so now she's getting crushed-up pill mixed with mangled pill pocket in the morning, and crushed-up pill on her wet food for dinner. I'm supposed to be smarter than she is, right?

My great-aunt Gabrielle turns 100 sometime soon (if not already; I don't think I ever knew when in December her birthday is). Sometime in her 80s she was in a car accident, and it kicked off some kind of dementia. As of yesterday she doesn't recognize anybody and has lost her hearing, but can still speak French. But because she can't remember anything, she doesn't worry about anything, and her heart and lungs are still good. She could keep living for another fifteen years. I keep wondering whether that's a reasonable thing to hope for in my old age. It's hard on her kids, but I don't have any for it to be hard on.

The heat is still working (as it should) and I am still very grateful every time it goes WHOOSH. Being cold might have been building character, but I really truly hate it. So I'm grateful every time I come home and I can tell the heat has gone WHOOSH recently.
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Slightly less Whelmed now, because the chorus music is finally starting to leave me alone and the heat is back on again. The furnace repairman got there at the same time I did last night, took about five minutes to find a loose wire in the basement, and the heat came back on immediately. Apparently I was very worried about it, because I felt better out of all proportion when that happened. I really truly cannot stand being cold all the time. But at 64 the floors are cool, rather than chilly, and I don't need another layer under my sweatshirt.
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To borrow a concept from somewhere else (but I forget where), I have been beaten with the Whelming Stick so much lately that I am now officially Over-Whelmed. There are so many medium-sized things going on all at once that I don't want to deal with any of them.

1. Lily is going to be taking pills for the rest of her life, and the rest of her life is probably five years. This complicates my ability to go anywhere for more than 24 hours; she can skip one pill, but only one. And if I'm lucky, her liver and kidneys won't require medication because her thyroid does. I have no idea how I'm going to convince her to take three medications every day. On account of her not having so many pre-molars these days, she sounds like a dog eating peanut butter when she eats pill pockets. The idea of chicken-flavored peanut butter gives me the blue creevles.

2. Chorus is over until January 25, but the music is still stuck in my head and we got pretty thoroughly humiliated in front of the composers at the last dress rehearsal. It's hard to sing joyfully when you're going to be stopped and savaged for not being exactly in tune/not enough diction/etc. after three bars. We did it for the actual performance, but I had to go find a corner in one of the "dressing rooms" after the dress rehearsal and get some equilibrium back in order to perform up to my own standard.

3. The thermostat in my apartment has decided not to work. It sits there merrily reporting that it's 60 in the living room, and that the heat is supposed to come on at 64, only it doesn't. I'm hoping it's something stupid like needing new batteries, or having a loose wire. I really don't want it to involve tearing out all the wiring between the living room and the furnace; I can live with a certain amount of deconstruction (see "kitchen floor") but I don't want any cats going exploring in the walls and getting stuck.

4. I need new concert dress, or I need to get serious about fitting into the concert dress I've got. I went through about four variations trying to find something that (a) fit me and (b) wasn't obviously two different blacks under strong lighting. I don't fit into my size 10 pants. This cannot be allowed to continue, but when I stopped following Weight Watchers I enjoyed the absence of being hungry all the time. I didn't realize I was, until I stopped. I have to figure out how to get around that.

5. I never get caught up on anything domestic, except the bills (because I like having shelter and utilities and not much debt) and possibly the dishes. I need to do three loads of laundry and sort through the pantry shelves and vacuum all the rugs and wash the floors and clean out the fridge. But I never have motivation when I have time, and I never have time when I have motivation. So I live in a state of more chaos than I really want lately.
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Lily is "solidly hyperthyroid". Normal T4 is 1-2, and hers is 6. So, commenceth the pills. And maybe someday I'll have a radioactive cat. But we start with the pills.

I decided to vote this morning instead of tonight, because the line is usually a bit shorter in the morning and it gets cold when it gets dark, and since this weekend it gets dark too bloody early. But today the line was backed up all the way past the bus shelter, so it probably added up to at least a block long by the time it went down the sidewalk, back and forth on the walkway into the polling place (elderly housing), up to the door, down the hall and into the actual room the voting happens in.

I need something to be cheerful about, because politics ain't it, and Lily's health ain't it (I feel bad, even though it's treatable, and she isn't acting sick), and work ain't it.
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This weekend I did considerably less than I should have, but I did make soup. Soup is one of the things I'm good at. So I made a cross between sausage soup (which usually has sausage, tomatoes, spinach and elbow noodles in it) and Italian chicken soup (chicken, spinach, meatballs and eggs). Mine has chicken, meatballs, tomatoes, spinach and navy beans in it. I really wanted the meatballs; everything else is an excuse to make soup because I'm good at soup.

Everything from the middle of my ribcage up feels "out" somehow. It's muscular, not chiropractic, but it's sore and I wish it wouldn't. The weekend being damp didn't help my shoulders, either. I can deal with a fair amount of muscular discomfort, but I don't like tendon pain and there isn't a damn thing I can do about it. Grump. I think part of the problem with my back is Snip, who starts the night very nicely at the side of the bed and slowly migrates to the middle and crams me into one side of the mattress. Her life is about to get less pleasant, though, because I have to make an appointment for both cats to get shots.

The other thing of note that happened this weekend is that the cracked pane in my office window went to get replaced. It's been cracked for two years now, and I wasn't home when it happened, so I can't decide whether it was the hailstorm two summers ago or a bird flying into it that cracked it. The crack had gotten fairly extensive, though, so it was time for something to be done about it. Theoretically it will be done on Thursday and I'll have a whole window again this weekend. It would be nice to have a storm window before we have a storm.

I might have cooked up a Devious Plot for the long weekend, involving a trip to Noank and a Viking longship. (And yes, I'm serious about both.) But we'll see if I can actually make it work.
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I went to the chorus executive committee last night intending to resign, but I ended up not resigning because the President asked me nicely not to. Apparently I take better minutes than she does. But at least we finally got through revising the bylaws and I got to remove the part that says "the Clerk shall run elections" because I said I didn't wanna. The bylaws have only been on the agenda for a year or so. It wouldn't be nice of me, but I could probably have started writing minutes that said "See previous meeting's minutes" because we always end up having the same conversations about the same topics, and we either reach the same conclusions or we never reach any.

The electrician came yesterday and replaced the dead ceiling fan light switch, so now it's a light fixture and a fan again. Apparently she also put a motion sensor on the light over the dryers in the basement. Which reminds me, there are still clothes in the dryer from Monday. I ought to do something about that.

I also ought to stop going to bed so close to midnight. I've been doing that since Tuesday and it's getting to the point where there's not enough coffee on the planet. But I started doing it because I wasn't sleeping all that well anyway, so I might as well put it off some, and...anyway, I could cheerfully have stayed in bed for another couple of hours this morning.

At least today is Thursday. So far it's a short week that actually feels short.
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Snip is lucky she's cute. Last night I bought myself a new laptop, and transferred everything to it from the old one, and was just about to start erasing the old one when Snip popped the 2 key off it. I tried for the next four hours to get the spring back on the computer and the key cap back on the spring, and couldn't do it. By now the spring is probably inside out, upside down, and backward, because I reassembled it so many times. I am not about to pop another key off on purpose to see what the spring looks like, because the way this is going, I'll end up with two keys I can't fix. And the Computer Loft is closed this week, so I hauled the laptop to work today for nothing and my shoulder is not pleased with me. And the pull chain for the lights in the ceiling fan in my office at home is stuck (off) too. That's less of a disaster than it might be because I tend to sit in there in the dark anyway when I mess around on the computer, but it would still be nice if it hadn't decided to break last night.

Remembering the Good Things, however, the new laptop is very nice. Continuing the tradition of naming computers for bands that don't exist, the new one is called Huge Happy Hedgehog Face. And the fan part of the ceiling fan still works, and the chain repair doesn't look like it's horribly difficult even if I do have to buy a new switch (I hope not, but I'll probably have to anyway). And at least I have a ladder, so I don't have to improvise with the kitchen chairs. But I have to not electrocute myself, because it's an aluminum ladder.

Still haven't decided what Sunday is going to consist of. Right this instant I'm tempted to run away and eat a lot of something I most likely shouldn't. But that's because I want the computer and the ceiling fan fixed and I want not to be at work and I want a lot of other things that I don't have any particular control over. (Why is it so impossible to get human beings to stop shooting other human beings?) (Don't answer that. It was a rhetorical question and I don't want to discuss it.)

I suppose the fact that the weather is cold, humid and solid overcast is pretty appropriate. I'd rather have London's weather in London, though.
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I'm probably going to jinx myself, but I'm surprised I haven't been called for jury duty lately. Maybe the crime rate in Boston really is going down. (This observation brought to you by the realization that the last time I had jury duty was at least four years ago, and I thought of that because I was reading an article about the Brighton courthouse and the fact that its front steps have been needing repairs for several years now. I knew that, because I walk past them occasionally. But I bet I'll never get sent for jury duty there, because I live around the corner.)

I walked past the courthouse yesterday, in fact, because I wanted a new battery for the bathroom clock. It occurred to me that maybe a new battery would stop it being perpetually seven or eight minutes slow, since I got the clock in 2003 and it was still using the original battery. So, new battery, and not only does it keep time now, the display is also considerably easier to read. Shocking. I guess the old battery was mostly working out of habit. But now I can tell when I should have gotten out of the tub and gone to bed fifteen minutes ago, without actually getting out of the tub. Yay?

Everybody gripes about DST, but I love it. Lighter later is good. Still light at 9:30 in the summer in Kent was a revelation, but that requires me to live in Kent, and that day has passed. I'll settle for sunset after I get home, instead of before or during. The next thing on the agenda is 65 degrees when the wind is blowing. (Well, that's my agenda, anyway. I have no idea what the climate's agenda is.) I just want to retire my windproof jacket for about six months, that's all.

I discovered that you can make granola out of steel-cut oatmeal, and I like it as a texture contrast with rolled oats. But steel-cut oatmeal doesn't soak up liquid the way rolled oats do, so this batch is very sticky because the honey didn't all get soaked up, and it tried to stick itself to the pan when it cooled. It's tasty, though, consisting as it does of two sorts of oatmeal, cashews, pumpkin seeds and dried cranberries. Next time I think I'll try putting an egg white in it, because apparently that's how you get granola to hold hands with itself without being sticky. (I'm ignoring the fact that the whole concoction probably runs to about 20 points per one-cup serving. At least it tends to make me want less lunch.)

What I had for lunch was calling itself japchae, but it wasn't even close. It was rice noodles with cabbage slivers and sesame seeds. Now I want japchae as she is properly spoke. And I can do that if I wait until Wednesday. So I think I might.
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Whoof. Longest week in the entire recorded history of weeks, this one. But today at least is the end of it. And there was a nice catered lunch for the Longer Service employees, of which I'm one since December 5. I wish I hadn't had so much breakfast, but I wanted warm food this morning. I guess I'm having leftover broccoli for dinner.

The oral health session was a howling success, which is gratifying (when the medical students tell you that was the best set of lectures they've had yet, that means something). Even more gratifying is the fact that I don't have to hurt myself hauling supplies around again until next February. And the fact that I have a massage appointment tonight, so hopefully whatever's left in my back will get sorted out, and my shoulders and my elbows and my right thigh (no clue how I did that) will also get sorted out. If I didn't have to leave the house tomorrow on account of getting my hairs cut, I would stay indoors and possibly not even get dressed properly. But I have to go get my hairs cut, so on with the 27 snowsuits and the idiot mittens.

I warned the Hairy Beasts before I left that they'd be having company today. An appraiser is coming and has to look at all the apartments. He was supposed to come on Monday, but game called on account of snow, so he rescheduled for today. Fortunately the place isn't in too much worse shape now than it was when I got done cleaning it on Sunday. It's a bachelor apartment, but you can tell what color the appliances are intended to be, and the litterbox is as clean as circumstances permit, and the rugs are mostly vacuumed. Sometimes I wish the idea of having a cleaning person didn't give me the blue creevles, but it does. If they're there when I'm home, I always feel like I'm in the way, and if they come when I'm not home, I worry about strangers having keys to my apartment. So I muddle along not doing as much housekeeping as I probably should, but probably doing good things for my immune system. I still haven't had any luck getting the Hairy Beasts to clean anything but themselves and each other. But I have to say that Lily has the cleanest ears I've ever seen, on account of Snip's predilection for washing them.
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Weird night last night. At about 9:30, the car parked right in front of our front steps decided its alarm should go off for two minutes every fifteen minutes or so.

At 10:30 or so, a police car stopped next to it (during which time of course the alarm didn't go off) and a guy from the house three houses up and across the street came and talked to the cop for about five minutes, in consequence of which nothing happened. The alarm kept going off and the cop never came back.

At about midnight, somebody came and leaned on my doorbell for about five minutes. I never found out who it was, because I declined to go answer the door. All they accomplished was to scare me and the cats half to death because we were all asleep. But if they wanted me to do something about the car, they were out of luck anyway; it ain't mine.
dchenes: (katana)
The email absurdity has been prodigiously apologized for, and we're on to the next set of headaches. (Notably the oral surgery course and the curriculum committee.)

Still have not found that blasted book (despite looking behind the bed and the bookshelves with a flashlight), or gotten the rust spot off the kitchen floor. But I did make another batch of poultry jello (turkey wings, shallots, chives, parsley, salt and pepper), and promptly turned it into soup (Italian sausage, drained diced tomatoes, green beans, a piece of Parmesan rind, and the end of a bag of farro). And I have hopes of getting this embroidery project done by the end of March. I think I've made, and sorted out, all the mistakes I can't avoid, so now I can avoid them for the rest of the pattern. This is going to be a Persian rug sort of symmetry; symmetrical, but not exactly so. I'll live. Getting this thing framed is going to cost both legs and one elbow, though.

When I wasn't embroidering, I was reading Leviathan Wakes, by "James S.A. Corey" who is actually two people whose names I forget. It's a good story, and it's pretty well told, but it has a fairly huge gruesome factor I wasn't quite in the mood for (and which apparently doesn't get any better in the next book). But making it less gruesome would make the story less compelling. I don't know quite what to make of that, and I don't know whether I should wait until I'm in a fairly bloody mood and then go buy the next book. I already have an excellent book for bloody moods (Use of Weapons, by Iain Banks) and I don't actually get into that mood that often. And why can I read stuff like that and think about it, but not get nightmares from it, when all I have to do is be in the same room with somebody watching a Tim Burton movie to get nightmares from that?
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