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Today's good stuff included a quick online visit with my friend Stefanie, who is of the awesome, and some workbench time that was very satisfying indeed. I hope to get a little more workbench time after writing this and before finishing my paperwork of the day, on which I also worked today and sorted a great many things. Among those things was the Social Security paperwork, which is now in the right place for me to find it, and a lovely poem that my dear Pamela wrote me when we were newly involved. (Love you, Obble. Good poem, that one.)
A friend texted to ask me how my day was. I replied:
I had workbench time and will have more before I sleep. My packages got picked up and are on their way to their people. There is tasty rice and seaweed salad and sardines, and a little durian custard mooncake for dessert. There is paperwork to finish before sleep but I think it's doable. The Bereavement Lady called, and we talked. So mostly OK, I guess, except for the howling existential terror that accompanies living in the belly of this capitalist hellbeast. How's yours?"
Juan is in the kitchen making himself some caffeinated drinkable goodness. I'd like to get more dishes washed before sleep, but that might be more than I can manage. So dishes and sweepage and similar housecleaning may fall onto the next to-do list along with certain floor-moppage that is quite overdue, but that's how it's gone lately. Ten pounds of chores, five pound time sack.
Today's perfume: BPAL's Black Opal, which is not in my top tier but is pleasant in a quiet way.
Is there something that's been falling off your to-do list for a while, or a similar case of ten pounds of chores, five pound time sack?
A friend texted to ask me how my day was. I replied:
I had workbench time and will have more before I sleep. My packages got picked up and are on their way to their people. There is tasty rice and seaweed salad and sardines, and a little durian custard mooncake for dessert. There is paperwork to finish before sleep but I think it's doable. The Bereavement Lady called, and we talked. So mostly OK, I guess, except for the howling existential terror that accompanies living in the belly of this capitalist hellbeast. How's yours?"
Juan is in the kitchen making himself some caffeinated drinkable goodness. I'd like to get more dishes washed before sleep, but that might be more than I can manage. So dishes and sweepage and similar housecleaning may fall onto the next to-do list along with certain floor-moppage that is quite overdue, but that's how it's gone lately. Ten pounds of chores, five pound time sack.
Today's perfume: BPAL's Black Opal, which is not in my top tier but is pleasant in a quiet way.
Is there something that's been falling off your to-do list for a while, or a similar case of ten pounds of chores, five pound time sack?
