For the first time ever, I realised that the arrows on the packing tape core tell you which way the tape is wound around the spool.
I simultaneously feel enlightened and very slow.
For the first time ever, I realised that the arrows on the packing tape core tell you which way the tape is wound around the spool.
I simultaneously feel enlightened and very slow.
Had an MRI today, to try to figure out why my hip hurts so much with absolutely no sign of osteoarthritis (which would have been visible on the x-ray I had a while back).
I forgot to take my watch off.
Fortunately my wrist didn’t go flying up against the wall of the machine. In fact, I noticed nothing, till I got back to the dressing room to put my pants back on.
Later on, however, I noticed the watch was a half-hour slow! Now I’m wondering if it was permanent damage, or just the fields playing with either the gears or the circuitry. (It’s an inexpensive battery-powered watch.) I’ll have to see if it continues to lose time.
At least it’s an interesting story.
It’s Christmas. Meh. At least it’s a day I don’t feel a need to work, though there is one project that would make my future self happy if I did it today. But, meh.
A vendor sent me a cheese board in the shape of our state, and my mom sent me baking stuff. I like presents, but I like no-particular-reason presents more than presents-that-are-required. Still, it was a good excuse for us siblings to get our mom a fold-away air fryer and toaster oven that she thought was too pricey to just buy herself. So, that’s nice.
But other than making my mother happy, it’s just a day that’s important to believers in a religion for which I have largely negative feelings. Meh. At least there are tacos and Netflix, and lots of lazy kitties who care not for holiday tradition.
A day to hang out with kitties is a good day.
And it was, a thoroughly nice day!
One of ours died today, a tough end to the year. He knew it was coming and we knew it was coming. He’d been sick for awhile, dealing with it in his usual quiet stoic manner. But he’d lost about half his weight in the span of a few weeks. At least he didn’t seem to suffer.
He was a rescue cat, grew up on the streets. Took him awhile to understand the concepts of toys and play, but when he did he was so happy. He ate whatever food there was, but oddly was especially fond of plain donuts (which is really weird for a cat). We think that’s what he ate when he was on the streets.
He was mostly silent, but sometimes I’d catch him by the sliding door, practicing his meow to his reflection in the glass. He’d get embarrassed and go silent. He did eventually start trying out his meow on us once he was comfortable enough with it, after years of practice. I also remember when he discovered that people would pet him, if he went up to them and rubbed against them. He spent about an entire week just running back and forth from one person to another to get petted, purring the whole time.
A few weeks ago, he started sleeping in our bed, something that he never did before. One of our other cats spent the entire time with him, keeping him company. They hadn’t been that close, slept in different areas, but once Ollie wasn’t feeling good, Boy was right there with him, the entire time.
I think we did our best with him, and he got to feel love and comfort, and didn’t have to suffer much at the end.
I’m sorry for your loss. His heart was so cute.
What a beautiful and loving life you gave him.
Sorry to hear this. What a sweet little cat. I know you’ll miss him.
I’m so sorry to hear that.
I am so sorry.
4" of heavy, wet snow.
But
Flying down to Florida
But
It’s Orlando … Again
But
It’s business travel (no monetary cost to me)
But
I’m planning on a sixty hour work week
But
There will be alcohol
But
I’m on day eighteen of this damn cough.
I guess this boils down to a Meh! Week.
Good luck, bad luck…who knows?
Much better than what I expected…
I finished a manuscript and I like it, but also fear it is too pompous. Weird feeling.
Give it to someone to read. That will top your pride in it.
I sent it to 3 people who I’m fairly certain will be really honest. I normally word-vomit everything in the first draft, then send it to colleagues. Maybe do a couple read throughs out loud first. But I’ve been traveling all day, so not this time.
YOU FINISHED A MANUSCRIPT!
That in and of itself is quite an accomplishment! I can’t even finish a chapter.
So the difference is that it’s a scientific manuscript - most of mine fall into the 20 pg zone. This one was shorter. If you write most of a chapter, you’ve likely written more than I have. Congrats! And stick with it!
So your information is concentrated, then. One page is like twenty chapters, lol.