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Feb. 12th, 2016 01:48 pmWhoof. 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.
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.
