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azurelunatic) wrote2024-12-07 04:38 am
azurelunatic) wrote2024-12-07 04:38 am
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Alas for my sleep schedule
* Getting used to my glasses chain. It has stars and moons-with-faces on it. (Now all I need is the Sun-in-Glory...)
* Belovedest's fishie is having New Life Experiences! We both talked her through some vacation packing. I brought my experience in Cold Weather to bear in the matter of sweaters, layering, and the wearing of clothing in Cold Places.
* Grocery shopping! This time we did, in fact, go for the frankies-in-blankies. (Which is much cuter a moniker than they had in the store.)
* Floated the idea of a magic mirror situation (mirror optional) for the display of weather or whatever, and maybe some curated version of House Chat. (Possibly by making a permanent second version for use with guests, instead of having to try and create an entire new chat for every new guest permutation, which reduces the cognitive burden of "what chat do I send this to" Somewhat Slightly.) Concept pending a) second poke at available technology but maybe the github for a bridge to Pidgin or Trillian could spawn options, a1) Costco wifi blocks github, possibly for "hacking" if it's a barely configured out of the box internet filter; b) do we have another card for the Pi in question; c) what monitor; d) where put?; e) and what power outlet?!
* Someone in the pharmacy line, the wheelchair-using companion (possibly mother) of the person I'd waved to outside the store on the grounds of "same hat" (pink hair, trans flag name pin) asked after my own hairstylist. I need to make up cards about my process, since I couldn't recall the name of the dye. (Pravana ChromaSilks Vivids.)
* Pharmacy again: during the second trip through that line, the pharmacy crew was starting to get punchy and perhaps a little bored as it looked like most of their closing tasks were done or not quite do-able yet. Our friend formerly of the other pharmacy was there; she complimented me on my eyeshadow, teased me about the date I was clearly on ("a lucky enby," I clarified, of Belovedest), and then reassured the rest of the (slightly appalled) pharmacy crew that it was okay, we knew each other, I had also fled from the Other Pharmacy. I nodded in accordance. (And the quickly-retracted "just kidding!" joke about offering to date me sounded ha-ha-but-what-if--?, heeeeee. But that goes strictly in the category of Recreational Flirtation.)
* Safeway speed-run, according to my desire to not go through the self-checkout. We waved to our-there friend as well, but he was clearly a man on a mission.
* Penric's Shaman started
* To put away the groceries required the refrigerator. The refrigerator required liberating the tub for the stock cooking. Which needed doing anyway. The stock-cooking required liberating the Instant Pot. The liberation of the Instant Pot required the emptying of the dishwasher. (And this was about the part where my brain started whimpering and walloping the floor with feet and hands.) So I tried to move some of the things while Belovedest unloaded the dishwasher. Which I started loading again. And then I whacked my brain with the notional cookie sheet of "right, I took some Ritalin earlier" and cleared some of the things off into a convenient holding container and wiped the counter down and then didn't continue mashing the eggshells that needed grinding into powder, and I started making the stock.
* and then I went off to put things into the refrigerator.
* at which point the spike that occasionally gets driven into the sole of my left foot at the left forward side of my heel got driven in, REALLY HARD, and I made A Noise without regard for volume, and then as I got my brain back I was able to yell "I'M FINE I'M FINE I'M FINE IT'S NEUROPATHIC" to prevent myself from being immediately inundated with housemates
* and then I finished putting the cold stuff away
* and wrote to Palliative Care (mentioning the Sex Swing Incident as a time when I had not yelled out to cancel the Housemate Alert, since they deserve a giggle every now and then, and did they know that gabapentin comes in extended release (and managed to forget the name of my 2nd 5am med, again)
* and finished the day's PvP in Gems of War
* and had a food, and explained to the cat that no, that's not a cat food by letting her snifsnif the bag of cheese crackers
* she was not convinced, but neither did she want to eat the crumb that I offered
* and reloaded the dishwasher
* and eventually strained the brewed stock
* and put it in vessels for cooling
* and cooled and refrigerated
* etc
And now I am up well past my bedtime, and my neck and shoulders hurt because my tits are the opposite of a blessing. I can tell I'm up too late because the living room automated lights have done their 5-something Reset Flash.
* Belovedest's fishie is having New Life Experiences! We both talked her through some vacation packing. I brought my experience in Cold Weather to bear in the matter of sweaters, layering, and the wearing of clothing in Cold Places.
* Grocery shopping! This time we did, in fact, go for the frankies-in-blankies. (Which is much cuter a moniker than they had in the store.)
* Floated the idea of a magic mirror situation (mirror optional) for the display of weather or whatever, and maybe some curated version of House Chat. (Possibly by making a permanent second version for use with guests, instead of having to try and create an entire new chat for every new guest permutation, which reduces the cognitive burden of "what chat do I send this to" Somewhat Slightly.) Concept pending a) second poke at available technology but maybe the github for a bridge to Pidgin or Trillian could spawn options, a1) Costco wifi blocks github, possibly for "hacking" if it's a barely configured out of the box internet filter; b) do we have another card for the Pi in question; c) what monitor; d) where put?; e) and what power outlet?!
* Someone in the pharmacy line, the wheelchair-using companion (possibly mother) of the person I'd waved to outside the store on the grounds of "same hat" (pink hair, trans flag name pin) asked after my own hairstylist. I need to make up cards about my process, since I couldn't recall the name of the dye. (Pravana ChromaSilks Vivids.)
* Pharmacy again: during the second trip through that line, the pharmacy crew was starting to get punchy and perhaps a little bored as it looked like most of their closing tasks were done or not quite do-able yet. Our friend formerly of the other pharmacy was there; she complimented me on my eyeshadow, teased me about the date I was clearly on ("a lucky enby," I clarified, of Belovedest), and then reassured the rest of the (slightly appalled) pharmacy crew that it was okay, we knew each other, I had also fled from the Other Pharmacy. I nodded in accordance. (And the quickly-retracted "just kidding!" joke about offering to date me sounded ha-ha-but-what-if--?, heeeeee. But that goes strictly in the category of Recreational Flirtation.)
* Safeway speed-run, according to my desire to not go through the self-checkout. We waved to our-there friend as well, but he was clearly a man on a mission.
* Penric's Shaman started
* To put away the groceries required the refrigerator. The refrigerator required liberating the tub for the stock cooking. Which needed doing anyway. The stock-cooking required liberating the Instant Pot. The liberation of the Instant Pot required the emptying of the dishwasher. (And this was about the part where my brain started whimpering and walloping the floor with feet and hands.) So I tried to move some of the things while Belovedest unloaded the dishwasher. Which I started loading again. And then I whacked my brain with the notional cookie sheet of "right, I took some Ritalin earlier" and cleared some of the things off into a convenient holding container and wiped the counter down and then didn't continue mashing the eggshells that needed grinding into powder, and I started making the stock.
* and then I went off to put things into the refrigerator.
* at which point the spike that occasionally gets driven into the sole of my left foot at the left forward side of my heel got driven in, REALLY HARD, and I made A Noise without regard for volume, and then as I got my brain back I was able to yell "I'M FINE I'M FINE I'M FINE IT'S NEUROPATHIC" to prevent myself from being immediately inundated with housemates
* and then I finished putting the cold stuff away
* and wrote to Palliative Care (mentioning the Sex Swing Incident as a time when I had not yelled out to cancel the Housemate Alert, since they deserve a giggle every now and then, and did they know that gabapentin comes in extended release (and managed to forget the name of my 2nd 5am med, again)
* and finished the day's PvP in Gems of War
* and had a food, and explained to the cat that no, that's not a cat food by letting her snifsnif the bag of cheese crackers
* she was not convinced, but neither did she want to eat the crumb that I offered
* and reloaded the dishwasher
* and eventually strained the brewed stock
* and put it in vessels for cooling
* and cooled and refrigerated
* etc
And now I am up well past my bedtime, and my neck and shoulders hurt because my tits are the opposite of a blessing. I can tell I'm up too late because the living room automated lights have done their 5-something Reset Flash.
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To what Mysterious Use do you put ground eggshells?
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* she was not convinced, but neither did she want to eat the crumb that I offered
This is my Maggie to a T. I was having pears the other night and as they were still in the can (why dirty a dish when I intended to consume All Of Them), she was convinced that was for cats. Sniffing of the pears was apparently EW but still had the potential so we had to sniff several times.
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Recreational flirtation sounds like fun.