Tried to go see the comet, which had the junior monkeys thrilled to come along so they had to stay up for it (ER napped, I think AR did not), and then we were thwarted by cloud haze. Tragedy is come upon us all especially the short and underslept.
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artan spotted a weasel in the backyard and after some research with the photo and Wikipedia I suspect it is a long-tailed weasel rather than a stoat. (Yellowish belly rather than whitish belly.) It is lairing near the archery target, which is pretty fantastic because the archery target is basically a mouse hotel so we have a weasel living next to a weasel snack bar.
Also I have conveyed towhispercricket my latest wild quarantine craving: the epic charcuterie board. So now I have her and Teinedreugan at least somewhat with me on trying to figure out how to put that together. (Teinedreugan perhaps with a bit of bemusement but he's quite accustomed to me going off on a wild hare and seems to have decided that moderate bemusement is the safest choice.)
I spent a huge chunk of the day sorting clothing because I need to have my room clean by Monday because we have a little man coming to fix the insulation.
Let me back up a bit.
Back in March I packed up my office into Despair Boxes so that we could do some repairs to the room, provoked in part by the discovery of the aluminum wiring. We had the aluminum wiring done in the early phase of the pandemic, with the electrician glad to have sane people to do jobs for who were willing to have him do work.
The insulation man has an immunocompromised spouse, and so things ... stalled indefinitely.artan and I got a bunch of wallpaper down on that side, and I started doing a vaguely Kondo-method clothing sort because my wardrobe is basically a katamari ball of 'I have done very little physical change since high school and mostly wear t-shirts' combined with my whole presentation explosion issue about which I am probably quite boring at this point (and not expressing myself terribly well).
So anyway I emptied out a bunch of stuff a while back, sorted it into categories, and have let it sit there because I had no motivation to keep going and no deadline because nothing was ever going to happen, it is blursday, there is a zombie apocalypse out there.
And now we have the insulation man coming on Monday, so I need to make the piles go away. Which has involved exploding them into MORE piles for better sorting, because such is life.
BUT when the insulation man has come then we can have the wall man come and fix the holes in the wall and the falling-down ceiling and then we can paint and then we can put my goddamn office back together. Also I need to design the desk/shelving units so they can be built.
On the up side I found the platonically correct t-shirt to wear if I do a recording of the excerpt from "The Company Store" for the Kickstarter campaign, it is exactly the t-shirt for a Rory story, so I have put it in the wash. I may want to do more drastic things with my hair before I do that, though; I am dithering about clipping it a bit around my right ear in part because that will make it less likely to snag on my piercings, which is a problem I am finding Obnoxious.
Tomorrow there may be ironing because some of this shit should not be put away in this condition.
artan spotted a weasel in the backyard and after some research with the photo and Wikipedia I suspect it is a long-tailed weasel rather than a stoat. (Yellowish belly rather than whitish belly.) It is lairing near the archery target, which is pretty fantastic because the archery target is basically a mouse hotel so we have a weasel living next to a weasel snack bar.Also I have conveyed to
whispercricket my latest wild quarantine craving: the epic charcuterie board. So now I have her and Teinedreugan at least somewhat with me on trying to figure out how to put that together. (Teinedreugan perhaps with a bit of bemusement but he's quite accustomed to me going off on a wild hare and seems to have decided that moderate bemusement is the safest choice.)I spent a huge chunk of the day sorting clothing because I need to have my room clean by Monday because we have a little man coming to fix the insulation.
Let me back up a bit.
Back in March I packed up my office into Despair Boxes so that we could do some repairs to the room, provoked in part by the discovery of the aluminum wiring. We had the aluminum wiring done in the early phase of the pandemic, with the electrician glad to have sane people to do jobs for who were willing to have him do work.
The insulation man has an immunocompromised spouse, and so things ... stalled indefinitely.
artan and I got a bunch of wallpaper down on that side, and I started doing a vaguely Kondo-method clothing sort because my wardrobe is basically a katamari ball of 'I have done very little physical change since high school and mostly wear t-shirts' combined with my whole presentation explosion issue about which I am probably quite boring at this point (and not expressing myself terribly well).So anyway I emptied out a bunch of stuff a while back, sorted it into categories, and have let it sit there because I had no motivation to keep going and no deadline because nothing was ever going to happen, it is blursday, there is a zombie apocalypse out there.
And now we have the insulation man coming on Monday, so I need to make the piles go away. Which has involved exploding them into MORE piles for better sorting, because such is life.
BUT when the insulation man has come then we can have the wall man come and fix the holes in the wall and the falling-down ceiling and then we can paint and then we can put my goddamn office back together. Also I need to design the desk/shelving units so they can be built.
On the up side I found the platonically correct t-shirt to wear if I do a recording of the excerpt from "The Company Store" for the Kickstarter campaign, it is exactly the t-shirt for a Rory story, so I have put it in the wash. I may want to do more drastic things with my hair before I do that, though; I am dithering about clipping it a bit around my right ear in part because that will make it less likely to snag on my piercings, which is a problem I am finding Obnoxious.
Tomorrow there may be ironing because some of this shit should not be put away in this condition.
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