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Aug. 24th, 2015 11:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesCame back to 55 emails, but only had to do something about 11 of them, and have done that. Thank goodness the academic universe slows down some in August.
Last week I did considerably less apartment stuff, partly because I had to go to two PT appointments and a voice lesson. But I did get the entire living room list crossed off and got enough random stuff out of the way to make me happy. My old office chair is still in the way, but that's subject to change tonight. My new chair arrived in a slightly less flat box than I thought, at 6:30 last Tuesday night, and required an allen wrench (which it came with, but I would have had one anyway) to assemble. But putting it together was easy and now I have a chair that doesn't get hung up under the desk drawer and has a seat high enough not to jack up my shoulder any more than it is already. I'm still not used to sitting down without dodging around the chair arm that isn't there, but the chair itself is a revelation once I'm sitting in it. Hopefully Snip won't adopt it when the weather cools off, because mostly black cat in black chair in dark room = cat getting sat on. (Also, mostly black cat in black chair = defuzz the chair once a week.)
Other than that, I spent a lot of time last week hiding from the humidity whenever possible. Which meant I spent a lot of time last week not moving very much, and taking air-conditioned public transportation instead of walking to things. And I got sick of cracking the whip over everything I ate, so I stopped. And gained four pounds, and had to break out the size 10 pants again. I had always planned to go back to being conscientious after vacation anyway, but I guess I should be particularly so. (I wouldn't necessarily mind living mostly on string cheese and cherry tomatoes while the cherry tomatoes are good.) At least I got some exercise walking back from PT appointments; walking back it didn't matter so much whether I was pouring sweat, because I could go home and shower.
Speaking of PT, this is the third week of daily exercises (and yes, I have been doing them religiously) and so far they aren't helping. I know shoulders take forever, but GRRR anyway. And thank goodness for insurance, but I'm still spending an extra $30 per week on copays for PT appointments that aren't helping. All I really want is to be able to deal with dress zippers and bras without knowing it's going to hurt and wondering how much it's going to hurt this time. OK, being able to stretch while half asleep and not be suddenly awake and reminding myself not to do that, because it hurts, would be nice too. I suspect I'm headed for cortisone shots. But maybe that will help.
Yesterday I was thinking about the current political circus and the Hugo award circus and I think I came up with a semi-unified theory. The Republicans have been saying for eight years now that even a house plant would be better than Obama, so now they're trying to prove they're right by having 17 house plants run for the Republican nomination. The primaries should have a No Award category, which means "None of these people are qualified to serve in the office they're running for; start over in four years." And this should be standard for all elections. That means that if No Award wins for all candidates, the incumbent gets to keep the job. I don't know what happens if the incumbent doesn't want to, or if the incumbent is worse than nobody having the job; I'll have to work on that some more, because if I ever get to run the universe, I'm instituting this policy on the first day. Along with European-style short political campaigns. And disallowing anybody's relatives from running for office less than 30 years after the first one. We do not need a Bush dynasty, but we don't need a Clinton dynasty either. I want to vote for somebody I like, instead of voting for somebody I don't like because I truly loathe the other option(s).
Last week I did considerably less apartment stuff, partly because I had to go to two PT appointments and a voice lesson. But I did get the entire living room list crossed off and got enough random stuff out of the way to make me happy. My old office chair is still in the way, but that's subject to change tonight. My new chair arrived in a slightly less flat box than I thought, at 6:30 last Tuesday night, and required an allen wrench (which it came with, but I would have had one anyway) to assemble. But putting it together was easy and now I have a chair that doesn't get hung up under the desk drawer and has a seat high enough not to jack up my shoulder any more than it is already. I'm still not used to sitting down without dodging around the chair arm that isn't there, but the chair itself is a revelation once I'm sitting in it. Hopefully Snip won't adopt it when the weather cools off, because mostly black cat in black chair in dark room = cat getting sat on. (Also, mostly black cat in black chair = defuzz the chair once a week.)
Other than that, I spent a lot of time last week hiding from the humidity whenever possible. Which meant I spent a lot of time last week not moving very much, and taking air-conditioned public transportation instead of walking to things. And I got sick of cracking the whip over everything I ate, so I stopped. And gained four pounds, and had to break out the size 10 pants again. I had always planned to go back to being conscientious after vacation anyway, but I guess I should be particularly so. (I wouldn't necessarily mind living mostly on string cheese and cherry tomatoes while the cherry tomatoes are good.) At least I got some exercise walking back from PT appointments; walking back it didn't matter so much whether I was pouring sweat, because I could go home and shower.
Speaking of PT, this is the third week of daily exercises (and yes, I have been doing them religiously) and so far they aren't helping. I know shoulders take forever, but GRRR anyway. And thank goodness for insurance, but I'm still spending an extra $30 per week on copays for PT appointments that aren't helping. All I really want is to be able to deal with dress zippers and bras without knowing it's going to hurt and wondering how much it's going to hurt this time. OK, being able to stretch while half asleep and not be suddenly awake and reminding myself not to do that, because it hurts, would be nice too. I suspect I'm headed for cortisone shots. But maybe that will help.
Yesterday I was thinking about the current political circus and the Hugo award circus and I think I came up with a semi-unified theory. The Republicans have been saying for eight years now that even a house plant would be better than Obama, so now they're trying to prove they're right by having 17 house plants run for the Republican nomination. The primaries should have a No Award category, which means "None of these people are qualified to serve in the office they're running for; start over in four years." And this should be standard for all elections. That means that if No Award wins for all candidates, the incumbent gets to keep the job. I don't know what happens if the incumbent doesn't want to, or if the incumbent is worse than nobody having the job; I'll have to work on that some more, because if I ever get to run the universe, I'm instituting this policy on the first day. Along with European-style short political campaigns. And disallowing anybody's relatives from running for office less than 30 years after the first one. We do not need a Bush dynasty, but we don't need a Clinton dynasty either. I want to vote for somebody I like, instead of voting for somebody I don't like because I truly loathe the other option(s).
