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Apr. 21st, 2012 11:33 amThe less exciting my life, the more often I blog.
Today I avoided doing real work by doing some of the essential seasonal tasks that were delayed by the burglary. I have half de-allergied my bedroom (actually half of half - half of what I can do, rather than half of what should be done in a perfect world) and I shall do the other half in an hour. I've also done financial stuff and sorted out exciting things that need sorting out. By 'exciting things' I mean that I found an online sale that had a dressing gown that will do me through cold and asthma and all. It's a down dressing gown and is in the post to me already. This is much bigger than it sounds, for I lose a lot of time to ill-health and also I lose a lot of social life. Recent events have made me quite determined to not let the outside world win for a bit - I shall go to the ball! I shall also lounge in front of TV in a down dressing gown, which is a lot easier than being wrapped up in a doona.
Right now I'm making tomato and spinach and French bean spicy soup. It was a sorting-out morning, you see, and there were big bags of summer vegies in my freezer, saying "Eat me!" I'm making either enough soup to last a full week, or enough soup to last when hungry visitors demand some. I have goat's cheese to melt on the top, just before serving.
All those early nights helped me, I think, for I couldn't even contemplate how behind I was in life's everything until this morning. This morning I didn't contemplate, I just thought "Time to fix that mattress" and I made soup and I vaccuumed in the dark corners and now I'm able to pour me my coffee and do more editing.
The reward for the virtuous is that I found the thief only played with half my pantyhosen. I wear them so rarely that I hadn't realised I had another stash. it's not many, but I was surprised to find them.
My goal this winter is to gradually rationalise things, so that I know what I have. Some things I don't need I may even get rid of. Right now I'm wondering how many t-shirts I need, for instance. I put my black ones (mostly from SF conventions) out in a row and the row was very long. So, let me ask that fundamental geek question: how many t-shirts does one need, in what state of decrepitude? Should one keep the ones that one was given even if the colour makes one look ill or the texture annoys the skin?
*not me being decrepit, the t-shirts. My state of decrepitude is the same as ever. Only one medical appointment next week, though! And it's only 2 1/2 hours long!!
Today I avoided doing real work by doing some of the essential seasonal tasks that were delayed by the burglary. I have half de-allergied my bedroom (actually half of half - half of what I can do, rather than half of what should be done in a perfect world) and I shall do the other half in an hour. I've also done financial stuff and sorted out exciting things that need sorting out. By 'exciting things' I mean that I found an online sale that had a dressing gown that will do me through cold and asthma and all. It's a down dressing gown and is in the post to me already. This is much bigger than it sounds, for I lose a lot of time to ill-health and also I lose a lot of social life. Recent events have made me quite determined to not let the outside world win for a bit - I shall go to the ball! I shall also lounge in front of TV in a down dressing gown, which is a lot easier than being wrapped up in a doona.
Right now I'm making tomato and spinach and French bean spicy soup. It was a sorting-out morning, you see, and there were big bags of summer vegies in my freezer, saying "Eat me!" I'm making either enough soup to last a full week, or enough soup to last when hungry visitors demand some. I have goat's cheese to melt on the top, just before serving.
All those early nights helped me, I think, for I couldn't even contemplate how behind I was in life's everything until this morning. This morning I didn't contemplate, I just thought "Time to fix that mattress" and I made soup and I vaccuumed in the dark corners and now I'm able to pour me my coffee and do more editing.
The reward for the virtuous is that I found the thief only played with half my pantyhosen. I wear them so rarely that I hadn't realised I had another stash. it's not many, but I was surprised to find them.
My goal this winter is to gradually rationalise things, so that I know what I have. Some things I don't need I may even get rid of. Right now I'm wondering how many t-shirts I need, for instance. I put my black ones (mostly from SF conventions) out in a row and the row was very long. So, let me ask that fundamental geek question: how many t-shirts does one need, in what state of decrepitude? Should one keep the ones that one was given even if the colour makes one look ill or the texture annoys the skin?
*not me being decrepit, the t-shirts. My state of decrepitude is the same as ever. Only one medical appointment next week, though! And it's only 2 1/2 hours long!!