Mechanical
Roosters and Other Reasons to Keep TrimWhen the mechanical rooster woke me at 6:00, I decided I haven't gotten enough exercise recently, because I was exhausted. No walk for two days and a regular walk on Saturday and 5.2 miles on Sunday followed by no work out Monday does not make a good week's worth of exercise. So I walked when I got home last night, and I call it "night" now for cause. There's less than 10.5 hours of daylight now.
Mashing DuchessAn excellent day at work. A computer person gave my department a canister of screen wipes, and I thanked her but asked what I could do with my monitor, since wipes only smudge the stupid nylon mesh, which is nicked and mooshed. She said, "Tear it off." Oh. This isn't merely over the monitor, by the bye, it's over the screen itself. But it was notched around the edges, so I encouraged those and peeled the sucker off. Not the best solution, because it looks like I mashed a cat into three of the four corners (little hairy threads I'll need to tweeze out), but it's such an improvement to type black on a white background instead of a gray one in poor resolution. Color me happy.
Voting on a Piglet's WeightI jumped off the bus a stop early to go vote. The volunteers were all happy to see me because only 45 people in my district had shown up that day. It was my first time using an electronic ballot. And my first odd-year election. Yikes, it was only my second in-person election, because since I've been old enough to vote, I haven't been in Old Lyme on Election Day. I had absentee ballots throughout college and I never changed my legal residence until I moved to Denver. Being a legal resident of Old Lyme meant a beach sticker.
Anyway, that took all of 13 minutes, and then I didn't rush into the house, change my clothes, and out again to walk as I have done, and it was darkly dusk by the time I returned. By next week I will not be able to walk after work alone. Another disadvantage to city living. Well, Storrs isn't a city, but during the school year it is as densely populated as a city and thus as dangerous for a woman. Usually, though, RDC will come with me.
I listened to Alanis Morrisette (thereby increasing the risk) and have decided to move on to new music next time. Besides that two thirds of the songs, instead of the usual one sixth, are great, I liked listening to the same music and pacing myself thus. "Took me out to wine dine sixty-nine me but didn't hear a damn word I said" as the trail opens to the sky; "I recommend walking around naked in your living room" just as I turn back; "I don't want to be your idol see this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights" as I leave the trail for the road. But I eventually want to go faster than that pace.
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