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Jan. 21st, 2011 08:21 pmAs opposed to the situation last week, when I had no ideas for Idol, this week I'm faced with a story that I can't let go of and worse, can't do much with, in terms of length or, um, "sanitizing," so I've elected to take my second and last bye.
Paper-shuffling continues. I found a paper written by my mother during one of her summer study sojourns, and felt a stab of schadenfreude in reading her professor's comment:
Some time ago, I wired some receptacles in the kitchen but assumed that they had not been connected to the main breaker panel for reasons too silly to even think about now, especially since it turns out I didn't see the fourth receptacle that, once wired, provides power to the whole set. Our electrician, who is recovering from a knee replacement operation, installed that fourth receptacle today, and after he left, I settled down and installed the microwave oven that's been sitting in the bedroom since shortly after the Creation. We now have an above-the-stove microwave, and it works!
Drew called to say that most of the folks at his end of the connection had been sick, on and off, over the past couple of weeks, and we made tentative plans for the weekend.
I finished about 3,000 words that came in last night. The work plate is clean.
Time spent at the computer is way down, although that is merely an opinion. The pain associated with standing up seems to have stabilized at a level way below that of a serious annoyance. The jury is still out on the idea of standing while working.
Cheers...
Paper-shuffling continues. I found a paper written by my mother during one of her summer study sojourns, and felt a stab of schadenfreude in reading her professor's comment:
Excellente étude, correctement écrite, à laquelle il ne manque&msadh;qu'un plan.Maybe schadenfreude is too strong a word, I don't know. However, I do recall very distinctly bursting forth with a staccato "Ha!" upon reading the comment, as my mother was, at the time, engaged in an ongoing campaign to "help" me improve my French, an effort I was not emphatically not thrilled to be part of.
Some time ago, I wired some receptacles in the kitchen but assumed that they had not been connected to the main breaker panel for reasons too silly to even think about now, especially since it turns out I didn't see the fourth receptacle that, once wired, provides power to the whole set. Our electrician, who is recovering from a knee replacement operation, installed that fourth receptacle today, and after he left, I settled down and installed the microwave oven that's been sitting in the bedroom since shortly after the Creation. We now have an above-the-stove microwave, and it works!
Drew called to say that most of the folks at his end of the connection had been sick, on and off, over the past couple of weeks, and we made tentative plans for the weekend.
I finished about 3,000 words that came in last night. The work plate is clean.
Time spent at the computer is way down, although that is merely an opinion. The pain associated with standing up seems to have stabilized at a level way below that of a serious annoyance. The jury is still out on the idea of standing while working.
Cheers...
