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Yesterday I walked down to Cleveland Circle, partly because on Monday I walked to Washington Square and back and didn't find it terribly exciting, partly because the cats were driving me crazy (get OFF the KEYBOARD, dammit!), and partly because I thought I remembered a CVS in Cleveland Circle and I still need kleenex and laser pointer batteries. I came home with no kleenex (they didn't have any) and no batteries (they had them, but I forgot which ones I needed), but with dish sponges.
I would have walked home the long way, but I just went back the way I had come from because CVS was depressing. Somebody online nailed it; everything we're allowed to do "has been altered to the point that it is not enjoyable", including walking (socially distanced, please). I had been feeling that way for a while, but couldn't put words to it. Is it really worth waiting for the bookstore to open again if I have to wear gloves and stand in a socially-distanced line to get in, and maintain social distancing once I'm in, and get out as fast as possible?
Apparently, replacing the frapped-out burner on my stove would be easy enough to do by myself, if I invested $65 or so in a new burner (and if I'm right about where the gas shutoff valve is). I'm sorely tempted to buy a burner and then call a repair service so they can deal with the gas shutoff valve and the oven temperature sensor, which I don't think has ever worked properly. With the oven set at 400, my roasted cod fillet took half an hour to get adequately cooked, which is about twice as long as it should have.
Last night I went to bed early enough to make Snip worried. She couldn't find me when she thought it was bedtime, until she came and found me in bed already. She made some very cute noises and curled up in my ribs for a while so I could be adequately Purred At. That's what I have cats for.
I would have walked home the long way, but I just went back the way I had come from because CVS was depressing. Somebody online nailed it; everything we're allowed to do "has been altered to the point that it is not enjoyable", including walking (socially distanced, please). I had been feeling that way for a while, but couldn't put words to it. Is it really worth waiting for the bookstore to open again if I have to wear gloves and stand in a socially-distanced line to get in, and maintain social distancing once I'm in, and get out as fast as possible?
Apparently, replacing the frapped-out burner on my stove would be easy enough to do by myself, if I invested $65 or so in a new burner (and if I'm right about where the gas shutoff valve is). I'm sorely tempted to buy a burner and then call a repair service so they can deal with the gas shutoff valve and the oven temperature sensor, which I don't think has ever worked properly. With the oven set at 400, my roasted cod fillet took half an hour to get adequately cooked, which is about twice as long as it should have.
Last night I went to bed early enough to make Snip worried. She couldn't find me when she thought it was bedtime, until she came and found me in bed already. She made some very cute noises and curled up in my ribs for a while so I could be adequately Purred At. That's what I have cats for.
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