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Jan. 29th, 2019 09:34 amI'm having a terrible time remembering what day of the week it is, this week. Yesterday was Monday, and that's fine. Today, despite my getting two or three emails about the first chorus rehearsal, is not Wednesday, so tomorrow is not Thursday. So today is trash day, tomorrow is first chorus rehearsal day and Thursday is snot-freezing day. Hopefully Friday will be slightly less snot-freezing.
I got about a third of the way through the closet, just so I could say I had done some of it and could top off the half-bag of worn-out jeans and underwear. It requires more brain than I was willing to devote to it on Sunday. There are things in there that I haven't worn in years and could possibly wear again now, but since I forgot about them, I can probably live without them. Getting rid of the unevenly sun-faded stuff and the stuff I actively hated was easy.
My ring is being plated with rhodium. I hope that solves the rash problem, because I really would like to wear it again. I also (sort of) hope that means it won't tarnish so fast.
Now that the government is open, I should add "renew passport" to the Friday list. My passport doesn't expire until September, but it's good to have a valid one (and enables me to think things like "I am a legal adult with a passport and a credit card, and I'm closer to the airport at work than I am at home, and I could run away for a weekend if I wanted to."). I hope they send back the old passport with holes in it, because it's got a lot of stamps in it and although I have the notes from all those trips, it would be nice to have the passport too.
I'm about halfway through the Vietnam book, and I've changed my mind about what I would do with a time machine. I'd take it back to 1964 and tell LBJ that if he didn't get out then, when the choice was get out or escalate, the US wouldn't get out for another eleven years. It's too bad 1964 was an election year.
If we charged $5.00 per signature on oral surgery externship form, we could make some money. I've been handed $30 worth of forms since last week.
I got about a third of the way through the closet, just so I could say I had done some of it and could top off the half-bag of worn-out jeans and underwear. It requires more brain than I was willing to devote to it on Sunday. There are things in there that I haven't worn in years and could possibly wear again now, but since I forgot about them, I can probably live without them. Getting rid of the unevenly sun-faded stuff and the stuff I actively hated was easy.
My ring is being plated with rhodium. I hope that solves the rash problem, because I really would like to wear it again. I also (sort of) hope that means it won't tarnish so fast.
Now that the government is open, I should add "renew passport" to the Friday list. My passport doesn't expire until September, but it's good to have a valid one (and enables me to think things like "I am a legal adult with a passport and a credit card, and I'm closer to the airport at work than I am at home, and I could run away for a weekend if I wanted to."). I hope they send back the old passport with holes in it, because it's got a lot of stamps in it and although I have the notes from all those trips, it would be nice to have the passport too.
I'm about halfway through the Vietnam book, and I've changed my mind about what I would do with a time machine. I'd take it back to 1964 and tell LBJ that if he didn't get out then, when the choice was get out or escalate, the US wouldn't get out for another eleven years. It's too bad 1964 was an election year.
If we charged $5.00 per signature on oral surgery externship form, we could make some money. I've been handed $30 worth of forms since last week.
