Yay, sj! May the rest of the process go smoothly.
I've...washed, scalded, and refilled the water bottles and put them in the fridge, and refilled the filter pitcher. Put away the clean dishes. Picked up the trash in the living room and straightened the throws, chair cover, and cushions. Made the bed. I'm eyeing the pile of clean laundry that needs put away, and the clothes over the backs of two chairs that should be hung up, and ribbon bookmarks to glue into the spines of a few gift books. I was going to brasso the thicket of brass candlesticks, and take teapot pictures. My closet's a tip, again. Always. And I have ESL chapters to beta. Or, I could nap.
Happy birthdays, Pix and MFN!
Or to make them work, you have to have the plug 3/3s out of the outlet. Safe, no? I can't wait to fix that, but I am waiting to see if I get to stay in the house first.
That really doesn't sound safe. Maybe plug in surge protecter strips and plug your appliances into those? The possibility of electrical fire scares the fuck outta me.
I made cookies, and started a load of laundry (currently in the dryer). That will probably be it for the day, unless I can get up the energy to either clean up the kitchen or take a walk. One or the other may happen; I wouldn't bet on both.
I also have choir rehearsal from 4-6 this afternoon and then my book club meeting (hence the cookies). I cannot guarantee I won't fall asleep during one or the other.
More good news! [link]
(Yeah, a bunch of us looked for the flying pigs outside of our windows. Didn't believe this will pass).
I'm still rewatching ST:tNG. I've just started the 3rd season. The writing on this show is SO BAD. There's a big improvement in quality over the course of the second season, but the writing is still *TERRIBLE*.
The Enterprise is in the middle of a major crisis situation, systems are failing around the ship, and a nearby binary star system is about to explode, so Pickard....
CALLS A STAFF MEETING! YOU DON'T HAVE TIME TO SIT DOWN AND TALK ABOUT ANYTHING! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?
Okay, I'm better. Just call me Non-sequitur Man.
I'm so tired, but I have to do this week's slipshod housecleaning. Instead I'm having coffee. Decaf.
CALLS A STAFF MEETING! YOU DON'T HAVE TIME TO SIT DOWN AND TALK ABOUT ANYTHING! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?
Clearly their current crisis involves a skill check, and Picard just played an Investigative Committee.
I did Three! Giant! Loads! of laundry, updated my budget (conclusion: still fucking broke), paid a few bills, came home, repaired a boot, scooped the pans and took out the trash, and now I am chowing down on some oatmeal and making more hot toddy so I can go watch the parade with Nora! Yay.
