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productivity
Nov. 22nd, 2002 10:15 amIt's been a pretty productive week, and only some of that productivity is work-related. I ordered new contact lenses and made an appointment to get my teeth cleaned on Monday and made a doctor's appointment for January and cleaned out my inbox and my six other "keep this somewhere" boxes and filed a very large amount of miscellaneous papers. I think at one point yesterday I had about 20" of binders stacked up on the floor waiting for things to be filed in them, and some day I'll figure out how to get the tray out of the hole punch without getting confetti all over the floor. Usually I just turn the whole thing upside down over the trash can and shake vigorously, which works pretty well for not getting confetti all over the floor, but if the tray wasn't meant to come out, why is it the only plastic part in the entirely-metal assemblage?
I seem to have taken care of most of the plague of flies. Random ones show up every so often, but it's nowhere near as bad as it was. Now I need to take care of the plague of dishes. I was thinking the other day that since I sing while I do the dishes, the neighbors can probably hear me. I decided I don't care, since (a) I hear enough things from various neighbors (one of whom has a conch shell or a horn or something), and (b) I can carry a tune without a covered bushel basket with handles.
Speaking of handles, I went climbing on Wednesday night and it kicked my ass all over the place. Yesterday, despite Advil, I pretty much hurt every time I moved. Today I'm better. I don't think I climbed any set routes under 5.6 all night on Wednesday. I wonder what it works out to when I give up on a set route and use whatever holds present themselves? At one point the people on the route next to me were speaking French, and I asked them, in French, what they called the sport. So now I know that the French word for rock climbing is "l'escalade" and I know I can still speak understandable French. Heh.
I seem to have taken care of most of the plague of flies. Random ones show up every so often, but it's nowhere near as bad as it was. Now I need to take care of the plague of dishes. I was thinking the other day that since I sing while I do the dishes, the neighbors can probably hear me. I decided I don't care, since (a) I hear enough things from various neighbors (one of whom has a conch shell or a horn or something), and (b) I can carry a tune without a covered bushel basket with handles.
Speaking of handles, I went climbing on Wednesday night and it kicked my ass all over the place. Yesterday, despite Advil, I pretty much hurt every time I moved. Today I'm better. I don't think I climbed any set routes under 5.6 all night on Wednesday. I wonder what it works out to when I give up on a set route and use whatever holds present themselves? At one point the people on the route next to me were speaking French, and I asked them, in French, what they called the sport. So now I know that the French word for rock climbing is "l'escalade" and I know I can still speak understandable French. Heh.
