Birthday Month 2023 August 24: sleep, gratitude, work, and also bagels

Bagels with smoked salmon and cream cheese are my birthday treats this year. Om nom nom salmon on a bagel is so goooood. (Big thanks to Catherine Lundoff for making sure there was cream cheese when I had neglected to get some.)

Today got eaten by sleep again mostly, after a fruitless attempt at sleep last night, followed by work until I found enough sleepiness to try again. Well, work and a nice cold bath. It is too hot here, and my domicile is currently not air conditioned. I'm glad to have finally gotten some sleep. The good thing is that today I managed to get meds in me at the right times, so I have hopes that the rest of the week may go more smoothly. (The current format of my timing is that I sleep when I'm tired, and take meds when the schedule says I should, as much as I can manage that.)

And now I'm actually tired and also sleepy, so even though there are 7 small pendants already photographed and ready to go up, I am going to go to bed and see how that works. (I think it was the bagels and smoked salmon and cream cheese. They just make me feel good and safe and well-fed. Such a comfort food they are to me.)

Do you have comfort foods?

Edited to add: Oh, forgot to say, the perfume of the day was Leather Jacket from CB: I Hate Perfume. Like other CB:IHP scents, it does what it says on the tin, which is pretty cool for a water-based accord.

Birthday Month 2023 August 25: a Friday, some workshop fun, and minor grumbling about hyperhidrosis

Whee! It's Friday! Not that there's a lot of difference for me between Fridays and any other days, but it's another clicking noise on the ratcheting around of the week.

I'll probably add things to this entry, but for now, let me say that I have some unusual workbench fun ahead of me. There are a few things up there which I need to find and send to a writer friend who will then have hands-on examples of doing streak tests to distinguish jet from coal. A few other things may turn up as I sort those, which would be handy; I'll tell you what they are if I find them.

This is the grumbling about hyperhidrosis part: It is of course worse in the summer, worse the hotter it gets. But now I have taken to wrapping the bottom of my tshirt around my elbows when sitting at this particular table, because otherwise the water is warping the wood surface. Argh. And I am again reminded that I'm SO GLAD I don't have palmar hyperhidrosis, because then I might not be able to hold my tools. Nope, just trunkal. And feet. And my head. Which is really enough. More than enough, even. Argh argh. Grumble grumble grumble.

Do you have a grumble? One you are not looking for fixes for, because you have researched it thoroughly and that's not what you need right now, because you just need a moment to go ARGH and have that ARGH be affirmed, rather than seen as invitation to tinker?