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Unusually a cool grey wet day, with civil showers that still don't wet the ground under the trees. It feels like another year. I could be curled up reading the latest Gladstone, except I'd forgotten how foreboding Gladstone is. I want something cheerful right now, like The Armor of Light, but will probably just go back to Cellini getting religion is prison. Which would make a cat laugh except *he* believed it.

I'd feel less scratchy if my body would stop losdropping a kilo plus of water weight so my clothes fit comfortably, and then putting it all back on plus overnight so they don't.

Bought a crockpot yesterday. Will make crock in it once the weather turns properly cool, not the present hot&dry / cool&humid / fans at all times Toronto summer.

Follow-up

Resigning myself to the truth of that age-worn dictum, 'The best cure for feeling futile is to clean something,' I attacked the side bedroom and its heavy furniture and rousted out the dust elephants. And I still feel futile, because

1. I was sure the cover of my cell phone had slipped behind the bed and it hadn't;

2. I was too tired at the end of it to heave the futon off the platform, remove the mattress, replace it with the Ikea mattress cover, replace the futon, and send the mattress into the outer darkness. Of course, next week isn't a mattress taking week, so there's still next weekend;

3. Dust balls kept turning up no matter how often I vacuumed, and I discovered at last that the Dirt Devil wasn't sucking them up, it was just blowing them around. So I need a new Dirt Devil. For $60, I got a good four years from it, but still...