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Thursday, June 18th, 2026 09:58 pmThe wind rushed around in the dirty town-- well, not that dirty perhaps, but certainly messy, thanks to the wind: twigs falling all about as the branches whipped in the gales. It rained all last night and was supposed to rain all today. Didn't, but the clouds were never reassuring so I stayed in. My green bin went out last night and was properly picked up at 9:30, but recycle has only once come before noon since it went private, so I held off on putting out the bulky sidewalk-blocking bin. Filled it up and set it out at 4, and the truck came by at 5:15.
I wanted to get to the laundromat but that wasn't today. I turns out that I have two clean bath towels so no pressing need there. I might want to do the tops that would normally line-dry, and use the laundry's dryers instead, but I don't have that many of those either.
Finished little last week. Platform Decay, and a John Rhodes set at the beginning of WW2, with civilian units readying to defend the possible landing stages of the enemy and put out fires from bombing raids etc. The blurb said it was a Dr Priestley only it wasn't. Did read one, The Motor Rally Mystery, which was nicely misleading especially for a Dr. Priestley. But mostly I played around with an Excel spreadsheet and my old calendars, charting the vagaries of my weight for the last fifteen years. Well, last dozen, because my entries became sparse once I began breakfasting upstairs in November of '21. I was surprised that I kept it up through most of 2022 but after that there's a sad falling off.
I wanted to get to the laundromat but that wasn't today. I turns out that I have two clean bath towels so no pressing need there. I might want to do the tops that would normally line-dry, and use the laundry's dryers instead, but I don't have that many of those either.
Finished little last week. Platform Decay, and a John Rhodes set at the beginning of WW2, with civilian units readying to defend the possible landing stages of the enemy and put out fires from bombing raids etc. The blurb said it was a Dr Priestley only it wasn't. Did read one, The Motor Rally Mystery, which was nicely misleading especially for a Dr. Priestley. But mostly I played around with an Excel spreadsheet and my old calendars, charting the vagaries of my weight for the last fifteen years. Well, last dozen, because my entries became sparse once I began breakfasting upstairs in November of '21. I was surprised that I kept it up through most of 2022 but after that there's a sad falling off.
