Tuesday, Tuesday

I actu­al­ly had a good night’s sleep! As a result, I was able to get up and make my own break­fast this morning—that does­n’t hap­pen very often. Before 6 am, even!

Unfor­tu­nate­ly, my body has decid­ed that it’s a good time to take a nap, so I think I’m going back to bed shortly.

I’m still bub­bling over with ran­dom­ness, poor readers.

sam­bear is off to a Depart­ment of Labor ori­en­ta­tion (yet anoth­er one—they should call them “sem­i­nars” or some­thing). He woke curiousmay9 at my request just before leav­ing, as I was start­ing to sus­pect that she prob­a­bly intend­ed to rise well before the time she’d nor­mal­ly be work­ing already. I was right. I’d wish I had wok­en her ear­li­er, but I know she need­ed the sleep. Her boss is love­ly, so I don’t think there’ll be any prob­lems as a result.

The house is so qui­et! Even the cats are nap­ping. The only sound I hear is their drink­ing foun­tain bur­bling away. Know what I don’t hear? The dishwasher!

Did I men­tion that we got a new dish­wash­er? Yep! It was installed Fri­day after­noon. It’s mar­velous AND looks nice, with the stain­less steel front. It takes far less than half as much time to deal with dish­es now because there’s absolute­ly no need to rinse them at all. It has dealt with the ick­i­est dried-on stuff I’ve thrown at it (test­ing it, to make sure it’s what we want). It has its own dis­pos­al to deal with the food washed off the dish­es so that it does­n’t spray the gunk back up on them. And we can hard­ly hear it at all!

The old dish­wash­er is out in the shed and will be Freecy­cled if we’re still hap­py with this one after a month. It was get­ting dish­es dirt­i­er than they went in, but it’s pos­si­ble that some­one could fix it, I suppose.

I’m par­tic­i­pat­ing in a fair­ly new mail­ing list, Civil­i­ty in Action. When I saw this quote this morn­ing, I had to share it with them. I fig­ure I might as well toss it at you, too:
Polite­ness and con­sid­er­a­tion for oth­ers is like invest­ing pen­nies and get­ting dol­lars back.
–Thomas Sowell

I’m miss­ing my ga_sunshine, and try­ing to fig­ure out when I can go see her and get/give snugs in per­son. Guess I should ask her about it, but we all know I’m pushy (and that’s the NICE way to put it).

Yahoo is being very annoy­ing. I am try­ing to change set­tings for most of the mem­bers of a VERY large group. I can get through maybe one page of peo­ple (20–30, I think), and then it gives me an annoy­ing “This page is cur­rent­ly unavail­able” error. I’m get­ting it when try­ing to view ANYTHING at Yahoo!Groups, so I assume it isn’t just me. Hmph.

I don’t think we’re going to be able to have the maids in this week, dan­git. The house is look­ing pret­ty good, but they scrub the toi­lets and oth­er­wise take care of things that need to be done, which I can’t do.

We have two projects for which we have mate­ri­als, but not labor. We need to hang up more blinds and fin­ish stain­ing shelves to go in curiousmay9’s clos­et. We also need to change the air fil­ter in the attic and check the duct­work up there, because we think some­thing may have come loose—shad­owkatt’s bed­room just isn’t get­ting ANY air­flow. We’ve yet to replace the upstairs ther­mo­stat, which is bro­ken. That requires tak­ing off the old ther­mo­stat to iden­ti­fy which sort we have to buy (some­thing about the num­ber of wires that are in place).

If I keep on with the to-do list, I’m going to get all antsy and try to do too much, so I’d best stop now.