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Muse slouched upstairs Friday with a "not a project we choose to work with at this time" in the day's mail, then buggered off again, so I spent the weekend working with my hands in various non-typing capacities. Very demoralized, but at least I have new socks. (Don't fret, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
polyfrog, I was using size-4's and they're peds.) Also tackled the job of dyeing the cotton blanket that the cat keeps making us bleach; it's now gone from grotty islands of lavender in a sea of faded bleachmarks to swathes of royal purple on a solid denim-blue field, which is incidentally more the color I had been thinking that the blanket was when I bought it anyway. So there's a good job out of the way until the next time the little monster has an "accident". (Snip's preferred litter, BTW, has gone up to $12/7lb, but even at that it's still cheaper than changing clay litter every other day.)
Creepy Maintainance Guy turned up unexpectedly at 10:30 this morning with the intention of spraying for bugs, as we'd reported having terminated an Intruder the previous weekend when we went to see the landlady on Saturday. (Rent, incidentally, is now caught up! Time to start saving up to move out of this dump...) I explained my allergy situation to him as best I could considering that English isn't his first language and sent him off in pursuit of gel-format pesticide, and he never came back. So who knows what's going on with that. He seemed surprised to see that the closet was still in disarray, so for all I know tomorrow morning he may visit unto me yet another plague of workmen. It's like living in fear of herpes outbreaks or something. My apartment building needs Valtrex. Or a competant set of workmen, whichever.
polyfrog, I was using size-4's and they're peds.) Also tackled the job of dyeing the cotton blanket that the cat keeps making us bleach; it's now gone from grotty islands of lavender in a sea of faded bleachmarks to swathes of royal purple on a solid denim-blue field, which is incidentally more the color I had been thinking that the blanket was when I bought it anyway. So there's a good job out of the way until the next time the little monster has an "accident". (Snip's preferred litter, BTW, has gone up to $12/7lb, but even at that it's still cheaper than changing clay litter every other day.)Creepy Maintainance Guy turned up unexpectedly at 10:30 this morning with the intention of spraying for bugs, as we'd reported having terminated an Intruder the previous weekend when we went to see the landlady on Saturday. (Rent, incidentally, is now caught up! Time to start saving up to move out of this dump...) I explained my allergy situation to him as best I could considering that English isn't his first language and sent him off in pursuit of gel-format pesticide, and he never came back. So who knows what's going on with that. He seemed surprised to see that the closet was still in disarray, so for all I know tomorrow morning he may visit unto me yet another plague of workmen. It's like living in fear of herpes outbreaks or something. My apartment building needs Valtrex. Or a competant set of workmen, whichever.