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muckefuckCould it be? Have the hammers and nailguns next door ceased? The next-door neighbours are building their dreamhouse. When I arrived, they had the first floor framed. Sis wasn't sure if they were taking the week off or not. They weren't here yesterday, but then it rained all day. That open question got a definitive answer at 6:53 this morning when we heard the pounding of a maul followed by the sound of rafters being hammered into place. There were...ahem...compensations (photos to follow), but on the whole I'd rather have had the zzz's.
Figures that this would happen after the first night of bad sleep. My cold has moved into the laryngitis-and-lingering-cough stage, just in time for the family Christmas party this eve. It kept me up (but, thankfully, no one else) past midnight and I was really hoping to sleep in or--barring that--get a nap. This is my chance. It's also the only chance I've had to log on in fourteen hours, thus this entry.
At least cooking went better today. With sleep not an option, I decided to knock out the red cabbage. It's simmering on the stove and my back is, amazingly, not screaming. Knowing how much slicing and dicing is involved, I forced myself to do as much sitting at the table as I could. It feels a bit awkward, but you can't argue with the results. And this is on top of helping out ECI make the waffles for the breakfast feast.
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monshu right now, but at least I can text him. He was meeting an old colleague today and I'm curious for a report, but looks like I'll need to wait a while. In the meantime, let's go for the power nap.
Figures that this would happen after the first night of bad sleep. My cold has moved into the laryngitis-and-lingering-cough stage, just in time for the family Christmas party this eve. It kept me up (but, thankfully, no one else) past midnight and I was really hoping to sleep in or--barring that--get a nap. This is my chance. It's also the only chance I've had to log on in fourteen hours, thus this entry.
At least cooking went better today. With sleep not an option, I decided to knock out the red cabbage. It's simmering on the stove and my back is, amazingly, not screaming. Knowing how much slicing and dicing is involved, I forced myself to do as much sitting at the table as I could. It feels a bit awkward, but you can't argue with the results. And this is on top of helping out ECI make the waffles for the breakfast feast.
I'm annoyed I can't talk to
monshu right now, but at least I can text him. He was meeting an old colleague today and I'm curious for a report, but looks like I'll need to wait a while. In the meantime, let's go for the power nap.Tags: