It takes a lot more coaxing than you'd think to get the dog to eat a tuna fish sandwich. (Unless you've met her, in which case it takes exactly as much coaxing as you think.)

Oof. Hooray cider?

Got and installed my moisture alarm. Also got mats to go under the workbench and got them there. Ultimately went with a closed foam cell rather than open-weave (think playroom foam mats rather than lockerrooms) because while I'll need to wipe them down if water comes up, open cell would gather so-much-crud. This protects the bench, which is what I wanted.

Also managed to do my shopping in a downpour, swim, clean upstairs and run an extension cord across the basement rafters from the good (and one of only 3, all of them by the back door) outlet to the other side where the workbench is. Also will be so much better than stringing extension cord across the floor (especially when I need to shopvac water!) Attached them to old pipe mounts where available and stapled in zip ties where not. And I even got a 90 minute nap in there! Cats pinned me while I was listening to Radiolab, and I drifted off to very odd imagery (the topic was blood and Loki was heavy on my chest, so...) I really think I might pull some pipe tomorrow. My ceiling down there is a mess of disconnected lines. But is it messy, dusty work.

Still have to clean the first floor (it's a mess, especially since I unpacked the workbench in here, bobbits of styro everywhere) and go look at some replacement drawer handles. And more staplegun staples. And a wall hook to hang the last loops of cord nicely. But I think that was enough industriousness for today.

I drink a lot less wine than I otherwise would for just that reason.

Wine is not only too much work, but also too much commitment. A bottle of cider is less than half the number of ounces of wine.

May you not have to shopvac, sara. That can be wishful thinking, huh?

Wine is not so much a commitment if you have a Vacuvin. A little more work, though

Brother Cadfael is on YouTube! I can revel in Derek Jacobi's voice. what brave new world to have such wonders in't!

Until I french-drain/ trench + sump pump my basement, I will ALWAYS have need to shopvac. That I can live with.

But hopefully I can avoid doing it for the sewer line for a bit. Basically giving the snaking one more go before I surrender to committing to a new line+cleanout+ TEAR UP MY NEW FRONT YARD (I think that bothers me more than even the $$$$. Goddamn, I will have to dig up all those plants, get the guy to rebuilt the wall, uhhg.) Will start getting bids soon though. It is inevitable, just a question of next couple months or next couple of years.

A bottle of wine is never too much commitment. But possibly I have a ridiculous alcohol tolerance, cause I'd be just slighly tipsy. Only way I'll feel it is if it is very tannic and then my joints feel like they're gritty the next day.

I have no tolerance anymore, which is fine.

I had to wear my new cheap swim suit today because I didn't hang my other one up. Man, I hate it, but it was only $20 and I will wear it out in a few months so it's hard to get too upset.

The tuna is leftover from my misadventure with Jimmy Johns last night.

While the delivery instructions said that the buzzer was broken so they'd need to call my cell, the driver did not bring his phone. So after buzzing the broken buzzer for a while he went back to the store and then called me to tell me he'd buried the bag in the bushes out front. Which we don't actually have. After scouring the neighbors bushes for a while (in freezing rain) I finally found it in a big plant on the porch. And the sodas were cans, not fountain, which was the whole reason I ordered in the first place.

But I'm low on dog chow so the dog eating a tuna sub and a sweet potato for dinner means the chow will stretch to breakfast and then we can go get some more.