Canceled, canceled, it's all canceled

In defiance of the subject, my septum surgery is scheduled for the 1st. So I need to knock off the Halloween candy early. I got the approval letter today. Hooray! I got the call about it before that, and nabbed the first available slot. Then I had to cancel my conflicting therapy appointment and reschedule it for the following week.

"Nose stents" sounds fascinating and potentially much more comfortable than using my real nose has been to date, though I do get a certain amount of information about how much air I'm actually getting via wind-on-damp-areas cooling.

The uterus surgery scared me; I'm kind of excited for this one.

The amount of unscanned stuff I have is getting ridiculous. I have ordered an inexpensive and portable receipt scanner, which takes long form. I'll see how it performs. I've been using phone camera, which is all right for legal size and under, but long-ass receipts are Une Probleme.

Friday is fired. I got, what, four and change hours' sleep, after another night of Not That Much, and then Belovedest was Not Okay due to that fucking thing going on (I vaguepost because the details are their business) and that just sucked all around. It got less terrible towards the end of the day, yay.

Today (Saturday) has been a day of Bad Air, extending inside as well. Steph has Not Been Enjoying That. I got nearly 12 hours of sleep (yay) and was completely incoherent when I woke up and Belovedest wanted to know if it was shopping o'clock. We tried practicing French braids (I braid, they brush) but that went not so well in actual effectiveness because my hair was in supercharged tangle mode. That style is the most effective at keeping my hair from tying itself in knots over longer periods of not being brushed, which is why I chose it as my intended surgery hairstyle. That's why we're practicing.

At any rate, Belovedest went off to hunt shiny Pokemon, and I managed to halfass my way through portable breakfast and a shower, and picked them up at the park. (I also read a good chunk of I Was Out Here Listening All The Time, part 2 of a message board fic about Gregor Vorbarra Bleakman and his love of Komarran music. Come for the craic, stay for Greg's spirited, Tumblr-adjacent analysis of how the Council of Counts works. And for the music.)

What perfume do you add to strong wintergreen to make it into root beer? I got a whiff of that when I brought out the cherry blossom shampoo on top of the Ben-Gay, but it swiftly got overwhelmed with the Bee & Flower sandalwood soap. (We finally got the fucking root beer at the grocery store.)

We ran Costco first; there was a motorized cart available. Pepsi goes underneath the next set of plastic bins. Bins are used for sorting the Halloween candies treats before they get sent to Sewzb0t. (Categories: peanuts, chocolate without peanuts, fruit, toys.) Someone on the internet did Peeps Wine. (Pink.) I contemplated Starburst Wine, but we didn't get starburst this year.

Belovedest ran out of steam partway through Costco, but did get their prescription and found a place to sit. I went back for bagels, smoothie fruits, and more bagels and deli ham. There was not deli ham. The cart would stop abruptly on bumps, but was less picky than the other cart that required me to get off and back on to restart it when it halted. (I think that one's been repaired.) They got themselves a hot dog and me a slice of pizza. They had their hot dog while I loaded the car, then I had my pizza.

We proceeded to Safeway. Belovedest stayed in the car. Both the motorized carts were in use. I took a regular cart and did my best. My leg stamina has been improving a little, but I still have trouble doing a grocery store on my feet while masked. I could do it before the pandemic hit, but just barely. Masked is just slightly too much for my lungs. Those hella thigh muscles are expensive. But I'm wearing it, because however hard the mask is, the damn virus would be worse. One of the carts had freed up by the time I was in line, so not actually useful. I checked out and loaded the cart back up. I was barely able to push the cart up the slight slope to where we'd parked, and I was hyperventilating by the time I reached the car. It took a while before I was able to breathe normally. Steph popped up when we got home to help, since both of us were a fairly comprehensive wreck. But I did find both angel hair pasta and the correct milk for Steph!

Shitpost concept of the day: Tam Lin as a candy bar.

I am hoping that someone put the bag with the deli ham somewhere cold.

Scanning workflow now!!

The new scanner is a Brother DSmobile DS-640, and I am already very fond of it.

The setting to get it to scan the entire extremely long receipt is near the very bottom of the list. "Auto" cuts off around Legal length.

Workflow for personal receipts:
Open the Brother iPrint&Scan app.
Stick the top end of the receipt into the scanner.
On the home screen, identify what you're doing. I have created Workflows for the current 4 most likely scenarios.
Is this a:
Personal or Household receipt? The Personal buttons will save to D:\Scanned. The Household buttons will save to \\OPENMEDIAVAULT\Receipts.
Is it black-and-white, or greyscale/fucked-up? If parts of it are faded or missing, choose fucked-up.

The folder it's gone into will open. Your new file will be called something like Scan2022-10-16_183400.pdf. Open the file and make sure the image quality is acceptable. Scroll and zoom to the part of the receipt that has the date, time, and other details visible. Prepend the date, time, establishment, and anything else. The format will now look like 2022-07-04-0714-WaffleHouse-receipt-birthday_Scan2022-10-16_183400.pdf , which is ugly but that's okay.

You should now be able to use the search function to find receipts you're looking for, assuming they've been entered in accordance with the prophecy.

Azz in particular should be able to scan incoming receipts within just a short amount of time rather than dreading the process, now. :-P