Yay for factory-standard, Steph. None of those second-market knockoffs.

Unless it's at skull-puncturing height, which the upper cabinet doors in our old kitchen were, for H, and those were always, always closed immediately after use, I have no preference for open or closed drawers, cabinet doors, or actual doors. What I hate is not-quite-closed, with an inch or so gap. Anything could be there in the dark, watching. You don't know. Open the damn thing wide so it can't hide, or close it all the way so whatever it is can't spy.

And cover those black window panes at night. I don't care if we're on the third floor--some things fly or crawl, and I can't stand the feeling of being spied on. I mean, sure, if you want to watch, stand there in the light and enjoy the damn view. But don't hide and peek, that's just rude.

my valve appears to be a normal factory-issued tricuspid valve.

Woot, woot!!!

I'm working outside on a beautiful day again. I love my back patio. One of these days I'll get the re-landscaping done, but I can ignore that part of the yard.

I have my granddaughter (eeep, but might as well get used to saying that) sanding some wood shelves. She is getting through them quick enough, I may see if I have what is needed to start painting them too!!! It is a paying gig for her.

Open the damn thing wide so it can't hide, or close it all the way so whatever it is can't spy.

Proper etiquette for dealing with the Goddess Anoia.

My landlord just came over again about the air conditioning, and lectured me again about the mess. I told him that I'm hiring a professional organizer.

The air conditioning guy thinks that the problem might be that there are things blocking the vents within my apartment, but I showed the landlord where all the vents are, and that they're clear.

Landlord is a jerk. Please to ignore.

I also just tend to get really antsy when people are in my space when I didn't prepare for it. Like, if I invite someone over, then that's fine, but someone just stopping by without notice makes me anxious. Even someone letting me know an hour or so before is fine, but just, "I'll be there in five minutes," and my heart starts racing.

Dear god, I am grateful for professional apartment management. Plus, my rent check is processed the day I put it in the drop box. They must have some digital process to do that.

Now I'm trying to decide whether to go grocery shopping or order in something for dinner. I know I should go grocery shopping -- healthier food, cheaper -- but I kind of don't want to deal with humans at the moment. But, on the other hand, I really want pizza, and the only place that delivered vegan pizza closed, so if I want pizza, I need to go to the store and get the frozen kind.

I'm currently wearing ragged shorts and a Sunnydale High School t-shirt. And I really need to shave my legs. I probably shouldn't go out in public like this.

Eh, if it bothers you, throw on yoga pants and get your pizza. If it doesn't bother you, then just go with it.

P.S. I am REALLY irritated with your landlord right now. Assclown.

I've been kind of thinking about buying a house or apartment -- real estate in Cincinnati is really cheap -- and one of the things on the "pro" side of that list is that I won't have to get stressed out about landlords. Also, ability to install kitchen cabinets at a height where I can actually use them. (On the "con" side is not really knowing how to plan for the future, and all the expense of upkeep.)