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Reading Thursday
Not that I read much last week. A Dr. Priestley, a Desmond Merrion, and Murder After Christmas, where the family can't inherit because one cannot profit from a crime even if the criminal is now dead. So that's settled. Am loose-endedly embarked on another Desmond Merrion, another oogie-making John Dickson Carr, and still hacking through When They Burned the Butterfly, which one must not abandon for too long because the twists and turns are twisty and turning and I am apt to forget who certain people are. Which is a problem when they subsequently get killed.
But! My reading will definitely pick up in the near future because my 100 Demons arrived from Finder Jean and the new Murderbot arrived at Bakka, which I hope to get to tomorrow after hitting the Spadina post office.
I got my garbage out last night but was hit by extreme don'wannas anent the garden waste, especially the pile of branches and twigs that needs to be tied up. My lower back has been spasming any time I get into shoes so I sit on the couch with hot beanbags rather than do anything constructive. However I did make it out to the laundromat today, so at least have clean towels and face cloths and one clean sleep hoodie. I'm not saying that showering at night, every night, might make my hoodies smell less because, clean or not, I still sweat and sweat still smells, as does hair after a day or two. But I'm not going to shower every night and turn into a prune, and certainly am not going to shampoo more often than every third day because my hair falls out sufficiently as it is. I shall just keep on washing my hoodies. And maybe buy a new one because the super-excellent dollar store where I buy these things on occasion is closing and moving out the Danforth. Landlord wants to raise the rent from 22000 a month to 28000-- yes, commercial rents on Bloor are ridiculous-- and the one at Pape will charge half of that. Of course, I suppose I could go out to Pape myself, now Christie has elevators.
But! My reading will definitely pick up in the near future because my 100 Demons arrived from Finder Jean and the new Murderbot arrived at Bakka, which I hope to get to tomorrow after hitting the Spadina post office.
I got my garbage out last night but was hit by extreme don'wannas anent the garden waste, especially the pile of branches and twigs that needs to be tied up. My lower back has been spasming any time I get into shoes so I sit on the couch with hot beanbags rather than do anything constructive. However I did make it out to the laundromat today, so at least have clean towels and face cloths and one clean sleep hoodie. I'm not saying that showering at night, every night, might make my hoodies smell less because, clean or not, I still sweat and sweat still smells, as does hair after a day or two. But I'm not going to shower every night and turn into a prune, and certainly am not going to shampoo more often than every third day because my hair falls out sufficiently as it is. I shall just keep on washing my hoodies. And maybe buy a new one because the super-excellent dollar store where I buy these things on occasion is closing and moving out the Danforth. Landlord wants to raise the rent from 22000 a month to 28000-- yes, commercial rents on Bloor are ridiculous-- and the one at Pape will charge half of that. Of course, I suppose I could go out to Pape myself, now Christie has elevators.