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I am a cat
And I don't like it when things change. I have a new phone. It's the same make as my old phone and $200 cheaper than the Samsung I looked at but it's different and nothing looks the same and it does things differently and the battery runs down faster even than the balky old beast and if you thought getting the SIM card out of the old one was tricky it's nothing like getting it into the new one. Clerk had to use a piece of wire to get the thing open.
Kind NND came and brought my bar fridge upstairs. Fridge has a tiny freezer compartment, smaller than the one at work even, that won't hold even small tv dinners. May manage a gel ice pack for swelling but that's it. Bought a couple of instant ramen in a bowl packs as a substitute for at least the first two days. TV dinners must wait until I can manage to get downstairs. Fridge also turns off and on periodically as fridges do. Couldn't hear the one at work do that because ten infants, or even one infant, will drown it out. But in my bedroom, yes. Must run white noise air purifier which doesn't purify but at least drowns everything else out.
At least got my will witnessed by Prof and Mrs Islamic Studies, who are so paranoid about covid they wouldn't come into the house to sign but did it on the porch. Appalled that I was coming straight home post-op, suggested I leave the back door on the latch so they could get in in case of emergencies. I did not point out the obvious contradiction here. Anyway I gave a key to NND, who I still wish did live next door, and the Little Girls' mother who is five minutes away by car, so I should be covered.
(The Little Girls are now in first year engineering and grade 10 respectively. Huge changes happen when you don't see people for two years. L, the younger, has had a complete reversal of character, from Little Miss Messy to Neat and Tidy. This is almost more astounding than the fact that she's in high school.)
Kind NND came and brought my bar fridge upstairs. Fridge has a tiny freezer compartment, smaller than the one at work even, that won't hold even small tv dinners. May manage a gel ice pack for swelling but that's it. Bought a couple of instant ramen in a bowl packs as a substitute for at least the first two days. TV dinners must wait until I can manage to get downstairs. Fridge also turns off and on periodically as fridges do. Couldn't hear the one at work do that because ten infants, or even one infant, will drown it out. But in my bedroom, yes. Must run white noise air purifier which doesn't purify but at least drowns everything else out.
At least got my will witnessed by Prof and Mrs Islamic Studies, who are so paranoid about covid they wouldn't come into the house to sign but did it on the porch. Appalled that I was coming straight home post-op, suggested I leave the back door on the latch so they could get in in case of emergencies. I did not point out the obvious contradiction here. Anyway I gave a key to NND, who I still wish did live next door, and the Little Girls' mother who is five minutes away by car, so I should be covered.
(The Little Girls are now in first year engineering and grade 10 respectively. Huge changes happen when you don't see people for two years. L, the younger, has had a complete reversal of character, from Little Miss Messy to Neat and Tidy. This is almost more astounding than the fact that she's in high school.)