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It's a pleasant enough life I lead these days‐ squaredle every morning, Questionable Content every (weekday) evening, tiktok videos of sheep herding dogs (that's shepherding dogs, Border Collies to be precise) from which I learn that 'Come by' tells the dogs to go clockwise and 'Away' means 'go counter-clockwise', which Pratchett failed to inform me in the Tiffany Aching books. Also Chinese webnovels at need. Approach the end of vol 3 of MDZS and discover the library doesn't own vols 4 & 5 in any form, alas. There are kindle versions for not excessive amounts though I'd hoped to be done with amazon and kindle for at least a month after having glutted myself on David Wishart through most of October. And in any case I have not merely two volumes of Heaven Official to get through but Hild as well, appearing at the library just as the library's computers went down, and I doubt Hild reads as quickly as Chinese BL.
I walk even when it rains because my wonted sedentary life will barely get me a hundred steps. Today was sun and dry and brilliantly yellow, so I didn't have to deal with the leaf mat that sticks to the walker's wheels and requires carrying a water bottle and a cloth to remove them periodically. Can only conclude that I never went out walking in the days before my operation, or not in the rain, because I don't recall having this problem at all two years ago and now it's a chronic one, spring and fall. Of course, what I did get today was a dry leaf secreting itself invisibly in the casing and driving me mad with its rustling. Rain returns tomorrow, of course, and temps fall to normal or below. Got a last laundry on the line- shall rely on the furnace hereafter- and filled a garden waste bag with leaves from the front yard trees. Elbows and back screamed at me for doing so. I hope tomorrow's acupuncture will ease the former at any rate. And then I can go back to sleeping in in the mornings. I have no objection to waking at 9:15 but I hate getting up then, and people *will* give me 1 p.m appointments that obviate against sleeping in till 11:30.
And may I say how very very much I hate those paper garden waste bags? They're too deep to reach into to unfold the bottom quarter but if you don't they fall over and fall down and generally induce screaming rage in me. I swear I'm going to start cutting the top foot off just to ease the frustration.
Seen today: two guys tipping over one of the huge recycle bins (a good 1.5 metres in height) so the idiot raccoon that had somehow got itself inside it could get itself out. Also two hopping insects, a bit small and dull to be grasshoppers, disporting themselves amongst the fallen leaves.
I walk even when it rains because my wonted sedentary life will barely get me a hundred steps. Today was sun and dry and brilliantly yellow, so I didn't have to deal with the leaf mat that sticks to the walker's wheels and requires carrying a water bottle and a cloth to remove them periodically. Can only conclude that I never went out walking in the days before my operation, or not in the rain, because I don't recall having this problem at all two years ago and now it's a chronic one, spring and fall. Of course, what I did get today was a dry leaf secreting itself invisibly in the casing and driving me mad with its rustling. Rain returns tomorrow, of course, and temps fall to normal or below. Got a last laundry on the line- shall rely on the furnace hereafter- and filled a garden waste bag with leaves from the front yard trees. Elbows and back screamed at me for doing so. I hope tomorrow's acupuncture will ease the former at any rate. And then I can go back to sleeping in in the mornings. I have no objection to waking at 9:15 but I hate getting up then, and people *will* give me 1 p.m appointments that obviate against sleeping in till 11:30.
And may I say how very very much I hate those paper garden waste bags? They're too deep to reach into to unfold the bottom quarter but if you don't they fall over and fall down and generally induce screaming rage in me. I swear I'm going to start cutting the top foot off just to ease the frustration.
Seen today: two guys tipping over one of the huge recycle bins (a good 1.5 metres in height) so the idiot raccoon that had somehow got itself inside it could get itself out. Also two hopping insects, a bit small and dull to be grasshoppers, disporting themselves amongst the fallen leaves.