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Mar. 31st, 2020 09:38 amToday is going to have to be a "get the hell out of here for a while after work" day, because I haven't been out since Saturday and I'm annoyed with everything except my internet connection. But I have two Zoom meetings today and three tomorrow, so I have to bless my internet connection.
What I'm annoyed with is the following: my slightly stuffy sinuses, which I dwell on because of course that means I have the plague (despite not coughing and still being able to sing); the laundry, which won't get itself out of the basement; the fact that I have to go ship my old laptop off for recycling in the next two weeks; the gauntlet you have to run in the grocery stores, assuming you don't have to run one just to get in; the 3:30 - 5:00 "be productive while removing cat from keyboard every five minutes" period; the fact that I have to be productive in the first place even though a lot of it is pretending to be productive; the fact that one student out of 140 is being a massive pain in the ass about lack of transparency, when we tell all the students everything we know at least once a week; the fact that I can't go to Noank until about June because Dad is the very definition of an at-risk category; and the fact that we might be going through all this again in the fall.
I made Sally Lunn bread on Sunday and it came out pretty well despite extremely elderly yeast. It tried its best, though, and it did actually work well enough to make bread instead of doorstops. It just took quite a while (although it was also a cool and damp day, which is not the best bread-rising weather in the world). Someday when things are back to semi-normal again, I ought to buy some younger yeast, but there isn't any to be bought right now. GRR.
I also signed up for a nitrox class via Zoom on Wednesday (my third Zoom meeting of the day). I might as well give the shop some money even if I can't go diving, and even if I never dive with nitrox, at least I'll have taken the class and learned the theory. And having taken this class I'll be officially halfway to Advanced Open Water certification.
Unfortunately, the online part of the class involved quite a lot of information about oxygen toxicity, and caused me to sit there staring at the wall for a bit. You won't get oxygen toxicity unless you do at least two or three stupid things, but if you do and you get it badly enough, you get convulsions, and lose your regulator, and can't get one back in, and die by drowning way down underwater. However, having said that, I don't intend to go that deep on nitrox, or use 40% or 36% nitrox at all unless there's no alternative (there will ALWAYS be regular air), and I don't ignore what my computer tells me. But I did the online stuff between 9:00 and 10:00 Sunday night, and had to play mindless computer games for quite a while before I could go to bed without dwelling on oxygen toxicity.
Last night I stayed up too late embroidering, but that's because the end of this page is in sight and I really want to get it over with. At least there will be one thing in my life that makes progress.
What I'm annoyed with is the following: my slightly stuffy sinuses, which I dwell on because of course that means I have the plague (despite not coughing and still being able to sing); the laundry, which won't get itself out of the basement; the fact that I have to go ship my old laptop off for recycling in the next two weeks; the gauntlet you have to run in the grocery stores, assuming you don't have to run one just to get in; the 3:30 - 5:00 "be productive while removing cat from keyboard every five minutes" period; the fact that I have to be productive in the first place even though a lot of it is pretending to be productive; the fact that one student out of 140 is being a massive pain in the ass about lack of transparency, when we tell all the students everything we know at least once a week; the fact that I can't go to Noank until about June because Dad is the very definition of an at-risk category; and the fact that we might be going through all this again in the fall.
I made Sally Lunn bread on Sunday and it came out pretty well despite extremely elderly yeast. It tried its best, though, and it did actually work well enough to make bread instead of doorstops. It just took quite a while (although it was also a cool and damp day, which is not the best bread-rising weather in the world). Someday when things are back to semi-normal again, I ought to buy some younger yeast, but there isn't any to be bought right now. GRR.
I also signed up for a nitrox class via Zoom on Wednesday (my third Zoom meeting of the day). I might as well give the shop some money even if I can't go diving, and even if I never dive with nitrox, at least I'll have taken the class and learned the theory. And having taken this class I'll be officially halfway to Advanced Open Water certification.
Unfortunately, the online part of the class involved quite a lot of information about oxygen toxicity, and caused me to sit there staring at the wall for a bit. You won't get oxygen toxicity unless you do at least two or three stupid things, but if you do and you get it badly enough, you get convulsions, and lose your regulator, and can't get one back in, and die by drowning way down underwater. However, having said that, I don't intend to go that deep on nitrox, or use 40% or 36% nitrox at all unless there's no alternative (there will ALWAYS be regular air), and I don't ignore what my computer tells me. But I did the online stuff between 9:00 and 10:00 Sunday night, and had to play mindless computer games for quite a while before I could go to bed without dwelling on oxygen toxicity.
Last night I stayed up too late embroidering, but that's because the end of this page is in sight and I really want to get it over with. At least there will be one thing in my life that makes progress.
