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Oh screw you, DW. Look sideways and an entry disapoears. Autosave my ass.
Workers fixed the chimney today, running up and down ladders outside my study window. Had to be my side because next door has a miniature deck built on theirs, maybe three feet square, with high bars to foil the raccoons. Tomorrow is theoretically next door's flat roof but tomorrow is also theoretically rain.
Sent an email to a house cleaning service, hope they can fit me in before surgery. Coming home to a place that hasn't been properly cleaned in three years is just too depressing.
Took half ativan last night after 6 p.m. Pepsi kept me awake to two. Woke limber and leg-happier than in days. Which might also be a new brace I rescued from the cupboard, that has boning on the side that combats the ITB blues, but on the whole I'll credit the relaxed ligaments. It allowed me to walk happily to Bathurst and back to xerox various government documents for my water and waste refund. Maybe even property tax tax refund, but I find to my surprise that my monthly installments, instead of increasing by 18 dollars, have actually decreased by 85. I wait to see if that was a one-off last month or if it's the new order of things for the next six.
Andrew Ducker crossposts photos of his kids to DW and I've been watching a totally unfamiliar baby grow into his face for the last eleven months. I may still have a body memory of holding those squashy one year olds- after a conservative thirty-five years of doing it, I ought to have a body memory- but I can't call it up. Maybe it's like riding a bicycle, something I'll remember if I ever get to do it again.
Workers fixed the chimney today, running up and down ladders outside my study window. Had to be my side because next door has a miniature deck built on theirs, maybe three feet square, with high bars to foil the raccoons. Tomorrow is theoretically next door's flat roof but tomorrow is also theoretically rain.
Sent an email to a house cleaning service, hope they can fit me in before surgery. Coming home to a place that hasn't been properly cleaned in three years is just too depressing.
Took half ativan last night after 6 p.m. Pepsi kept me awake to two. Woke limber and leg-happier than in days. Which might also be a new brace I rescued from the cupboard, that has boning on the side that combats the ITB blues, but on the whole I'll credit the relaxed ligaments. It allowed me to walk happily to Bathurst and back to xerox various government documents for my water and waste refund. Maybe even property tax tax refund, but I find to my surprise that my monthly installments, instead of increasing by 18 dollars, have actually decreased by 85. I wait to see if that was a one-off last month or if it's the new order of things for the next six.
Andrew Ducker crossposts photos of his kids to DW and I've been watching a totally unfamiliar baby grow into his face for the last eleven months. I may still have a body memory of holding those squashy one year olds- after a conservative thirty-five years of doing it, I ought to have a body memory- but I can't call it up. Maybe it's like riding a bicycle, something I'll remember if I ever get to do it again.
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I've received the book in the post - many thanks.
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Oh good. Then that slightly hinky email from a purported Canada Post about 'we couldn't deliver your package pls click here for return and pay us $3 by credit card # here' was as hinky as I thought. Links all went where they said they were going but the sum was written 3,00 so I exercise caution.
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How smug one feels when you don't fall for a scam, forgetting the times one did.
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