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It's from something Mike said, because of course it is. And I'm not actively up to my keister in them. It's just a really busy day, so it kind of feels like I am.
Today has laundry in it, which by dint of ignoring it previously has reached the status of an epic quest. So there's that. It will be good when it's done. Likewise there are dishes to do. It's remarkable how much work piles up when a person gives in to the call of sleep. That's what I've been doing lately, to the tune of 14 hours of the previous 24. That's an impressive amount, and I'm blaming recent stress and a couple of chronic pain things, plus possibly spring allergy season.
Juan just came into the room proclaiming in triumph that he has successfully made the new can opener work. Earlier I spotted tins of the good tomatoes, and scents of fennel and cumin and onions have been wafting from the kitchen, so there's Incipient Good Tomato Soup, of which Juan's version involves all these things. (Go back and tell childhood me that older me is blissing over tomato soup. I dare you.)
There's a bit of a thunderstorm outside talking to itself. I have so many So Many SO MANY things to do, including getting back into the swing of the Very Slow Rummage Sale, a.k.a. putting stuff on eBay, and those things are on the list below a bunch of workbench work. So I fly for refuge to the sangha of the workbench, as the saying goes, but probably not until I do a few dishes and cycle the laundry. And eat delicious tomato soup, very likely.
How's your Tuesday? Is it full of Heavily Armed Objectivist Space Bats?
Today has laundry in it, which by dint of ignoring it previously has reached the status of an epic quest. So there's that. It will be good when it's done. Likewise there are dishes to do. It's remarkable how much work piles up when a person gives in to the call of sleep. That's what I've been doing lately, to the tune of 14 hours of the previous 24. That's an impressive amount, and I'm blaming recent stress and a couple of chronic pain things, plus possibly spring allergy season.
Juan just came into the room proclaiming in triumph that he has successfully made the new can opener work. Earlier I spotted tins of the good tomatoes, and scents of fennel and cumin and onions have been wafting from the kitchen, so there's Incipient Good Tomato Soup, of which Juan's version involves all these things. (Go back and tell childhood me that older me is blissing over tomato soup. I dare you.)
There's a bit of a thunderstorm outside talking to itself. I have so many So Many SO MANY things to do, including getting back into the swing of the Very Slow Rummage Sale, a.k.a. putting stuff on eBay, and those things are on the list below a bunch of workbench work. So I fly for refuge to the sangha of the workbench, as the saying goes, but probably not until I do a few dishes and cycle the laundry. And eat delicious tomato soup, very likely.
How's your Tuesday? Is it full of Heavily Armed Objectivist Space Bats?
