The plumber came, and was happy to show an interested Me everything he was doing, so I learned a little more about the furnace. Turned out that some of the internal fuses have gotten touchy. He's ordering replacements, but in the meantime, pushing them back in hard seems to have remedied the problem.
At least I know what to try if this happens again.
He also took a couple minutes to try to fix my kitchen cold water faucet that I have repeatedly tried to fix. I kind of felt more gratified than frustrated when he couldn't do it either. (IT WASN'T ME BEING TOO STUPID, IT WAS JUST TOO BROKEN) I may just have to bite the bullet and replace the entire faucet/tap assemblage, which isn't the most expensive thing to contemplate.
It’s just depressing how I was able to run 25 minutes straight at one point and now I’m pretty sure I can’t.
Yeah, after two weeks of not running (a) I felt tired in the legs going up the steps, which I haven't felt for a while; and (b) my lower back hurts.
So, yeah, it's good to be constant with the exercise. Just being regular makes a huge difference.
Just rowed for 25 minutes.
Fuck yeah!
I haven't done squat exercise-wise today, but I am getting food with vegetables instead of a cheeseburger. (I was at a movie. Dinner plans got shifted because of L's homework for music theory.)
No idea what to pack.
Everything.
It's my panic default should you get that level of desperate.
I promised myself I'd wait "at least" till the middle of October to turn on the little space heater in my bathroom. So yesterday I turned it on. Gotta tell you, there are rhapsodies to be sung about a not-icy toilet seat. There is a furnace vent in there but it's right beside the door so most of the heat goes into the next room. The space heater goes right back in the corner where the toilet is. It's worth the boost in the electric bill to strip for the shower without shivering my timbers.
A beloved aunt and uncle had one bathroom in their house--well, at the end of an unheated porch, and the bathroom was also unheated. They raised a son and three daughters in that house. And lived there themselves until they died. I guess an indoor flush toilet was enough for them. Brrrr.
I've been slacking on my PT exercizes, which have helped my hip and back and general stamina immensely. I should get back to those. I *will* get back to those.
I *will* get back to those.
Yeah, you will!
Nobody has to compete for the Olympics.
We're just trying to move our bodies because it helps us function now and in the future. It's maintenance.
Let's do the thing.
My sister is visiting from Michigan over the weekend, for the first time in years. Since 6-10 family members are usually in Michigan at any given time, it usually makes more sense for me to visit them. It’ll be nice to host for a change. But I have gone into a bit of a cleaning frenzy. I’ve even dusted baseboards—I never do that. And the apartment smells slightly lemony, from the dusting spray. I know long term use of the spray makes things get dusty faster, but I don’t use it every time I dust. And I don’t dust as often as I probably should anyway. It’s nice to see some shiny wooden surfaces. It’s nice to see the surfaces at all, unobscured by clutter.
Just because you can do it yourself, doesn't mean you should.
So much truth there. I wish DH would learn this. I purposely didn't mention the sorry condition of my car because I have learned if I mention anything even casually he has to fix it instantly dropping whatever else he has going. I figure somewhere within 50 miles should have a detailing business to make it all clean of lovely for the drive back to Florida. But not Brendon! He has way too much on his plate.
Hmm well the ominous after hours “please attend of of two meetings tomorrow” meeting was basically saying they’re getting rid of a position I work closely with and making my job do that work instead. I kinda get why (though they originally put that position in place like ten years ago because they wanted it done better/faster than it was when my job was doing it all) but I don’t WANNA do that stuff. Boo. But I do feel bad for the folks in that job—some will change to what I do now but some will probably leave.
