I made tarts.
I wrote 400 words yesterday and 550 today.
2.1 hours last night.
I made tarts.
I wrote 400 words yesterday and 550 today.
2.1 hours last night.
My current fave Canadian political cartoon. Thank you, Patrick Lamontagne.
Buster, you are a CRAZY MAKING CAT.
He came in, feet wet and filthy with more than the normal grime, and I decided to clean off his paws before he tracked the schmutz ev’y’where. Without biting or scratching – a masterful demonstration of tension and torsion – he resisted so hard I pulled something and it feels like the last time I had costochondritis. I grabbed the scruff of his neck and said, quietly, “You will do as you are told.” He promptly lay on the floor and let me minister to him, and wipe his feet dry, with no further resistance. Now I feel like I went nine rounds with a baby goat and all of its pointy little hooves, at 4 am, hallelujah.
On his account we bought toddler proofing for the cupboards…
Only half an hour last night. Not sure what happened there. I don’t remember taking the mask off.
400 words yesterday.
I have an interview Monday.
Only $30 to get my front tooth fixed, but I have my choice of $350 worth of filling or $1250 worth of crown for that top right hand molar. Sigh…
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God.
It just seems like the end of civilization to me.
2.2 hours.
Civilian tilt rotor aircraft? All I can think of is the maintenance.
Keith came by yesterday and pumped up my tires and did a pre flight check on my bicycle. I am now ready to do a shop via bicycle.
I’ve gotten back into practicing every day, which means that every once in a while I fondle my callouses. We’ve booked another musical evening at Paul’s for the 17th of April. SO looking forward to it. Sue and Brian can’t come (already got some answers back, waa.)
Crappy maintenance and poor planning on the part of SFU crash the hopes of single women trying to get a career together.
They put filk music in quotes and rilly rilly pissed me off. A lot about this article is if not wrong, then wrongheaded.
There was a baby mouse running around the house. The plan was to let Buster catch it and then remove it, and that’s what we did, but Buster was not amused at the loss of his most interesting and nice smelling toy.
Keith came over to watch the last episode of Ken Burns’ The Civil War and to assist me with giving my bike a once over now that it appears to be spring with very few hints it’s going to go much below freezing over night. My bike now has full tires and a cleaned and lubricated chain, and the tail light works and I need to get a proper headlamp.
I’m off to the dentist tomorrow to get a chipped tooth looked at.
Sandy’s back from Halifax, and this time she did not have the complete devastation of her water system as a welcome home surprise.
1.8 hours.
The appropriate use of force doesn’t seem to get taught in the clown colleges graduating police these days.
Waiting and hoping for a call for an interview. There hasn’t been anything to apply for in the last little while.
Life goes on regardless….
2.7 hours on the cpap. Feeling pretty good despite the sproinging forward.
Everybody have a lovely day.
1.5 hours on the cpap. Yesterday Paul and I ate lunch on his front deck – I had having a most severe craving for European style weiners (for about the last month) and he providentially had some. Jeff and I don’t buy any kind of weiners at all these days since they are basically a commercialized form of waste. Paul and I left the beer in the fridge and drank mineral water instead. Paul wasn’t quite feeling up to giving blood, so I’ll book into the next clinic in New West next week.
Day before yesterday we had a blanket on our laps like old folks on the ship deck, and yesterday it was so warm and pleasant we didn’t have to. Oakalla was so nice Paul took his shirt off (he has long since lost the power to embarrass me) and I contributed to the Caucasoid Hairiness Factor with my legs. We looked for frogs and didn’t find any, and I identified a Towhee for passing strangers. We didn’t see any other interesting birds, but we heard the m-e-e-e-e—–p bird in the bushes. It makes a sound of plaintive disgust, sort of “I am sad and irritated and not energetic enough to make more than this soft little noise” – and I sure wish I knew what it was. It was definitely warm enough for snakes to come out and Paul was pretty sure he saw one. The last snake I saw that wasn’t a pet was a baby that Robof9 and Patricia and I saw on the stairs at the old Xantrex building up the hill. Anyway it was a glorious walk and exactly the right length.
I have unlocked the achievement of getting an appointment for the specialist, and it’s in April, barely. With not driving a standard so much (I’ve only driven Jeff’s car twice since I figured out what was wrong), and changing my gait just a wee tad, and putting a support pillow in the right place when I’m sleeping, and never, ever running, I can say I feel much better. I also completely stopped taking any painkillers for most of the last week to see where I was, and I am pleased to say that I’m managing okay in the mornings.
I think what is happening is the cpap is actually getting me oxygenated enough at night that I can heal. I do feel better. The only thing that’s worse is my eyes, and I’m going to drill down a bit on that problem next. I’ve had dry eyes since I was in my 20s but I’m thinking a humidifier in the drier months of the year, maybe one of the personal jobbies for my room, might be a good idea.
Jeff was supposed to go to the fOlks’ but he is going to be very busy with an unanticipated technical challenge.
No Alex yesterday! How fast we get into habits. Hopefully I’ll see him sometime this weekend.
I am now ready to go back and be punctured for social equity and also, blood. Hard to be believe 8 weeks went by so fast.
Paul and I had a wonderful afternoon swapping lies and drinking Coulrophobia on his front deck. (Two decks and two bathrooms, now that’s an apartment). There’s actually a nice view, although frak me, nobody stops at any of those stop signs. He liked the beer so much he went back to the store for more. Then I gave him some salmon I cooked earlier this week for his dinner.
Buster has brought in from, and Jeff has removed to the great outdoors quantity one mouse.
7 hours total sleep and 3.1 with the cpap. Progress is being made.
There’s a job in craigslist asking if you can make starbucks coffee in a fast paste environment. Not sure I’d want to.
4.1 hours on the cpap last night. That is a new personal best. I’m hoping to hear back from a couple of different jobs I’ve applied to. I saw the doc this morning and I need physio but I’m otherwise okay.
and I used it as a verb in the 650 words I wrote this morning. Of course I should redo my resume. It proceeds.