Bow Tie Tuesday
Jul. 2nd, 2019 06:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ffloThe a/c isn't working right in my room at the office, so I've got my hair up to try to minimize the neck sweating, on accounta how (1) since I don't have a collar under the tie I'm sweating right into the (in this case) silk, and (2) who wants to be all neck-sweaty at the office? My dinner plans seem less exciting in their potential sizzlingness, too, on accounta it's sorta sizzling outside, and semi-sizzling here in the office. I did have a nice break watching soccer in the kitchen, however.
This tie is new. Today's my birthday. I also got a toilet plunger. Did I tell you that already? It sounds funny, but it's a nice thing to get a new one of every dozen or so residences.
So much attending to bizniss type phone call stuff lately. More to come. But I finished painting the baseboard and got all the tape off and moved my new-ish piece of furniture into place. Now I'm within sight of having the LR more like I want it, finally. Should I try to get a recliner sometime? I thought about this when Bert said his medical professionals seem to think everyone in America has a recliner, and he doesn't. I have feared hurting a cat when un-reclining. This is a silly fear? I have such a hard time knowing. It's like the so-long-and-variously-subverted hunger mechanism. Awfully uncalibrated, and one wonders whether it can even be tuned back up, like a piano that the professional just throws her hands up over. (Not literally.) In the meantime, how's a person supposed to know?
Well, whatever. Time to get outta here. Have a nice night, y'all people.
This tie is new. Today's my birthday. I also got a toilet plunger. Did I tell you that already? It sounds funny, but it's a nice thing to get a new one of every dozen or so residences.
So much attending to bizniss type phone call stuff lately. More to come. But I finished painting the baseboard and got all the tape off and moved my new-ish piece of furniture into place. Now I'm within sight of having the LR more like I want it, finally. Should I try to get a recliner sometime? I thought about this when Bert said his medical professionals seem to think everyone in America has a recliner, and he doesn't. I have feared hurting a cat when un-reclining. This is a silly fear? I have such a hard time knowing. It's like the so-long-and-variously-subverted hunger mechanism. Awfully uncalibrated, and one wonders whether it can even be tuned back up, like a piano that the professional just throws her hands up over. (Not literally.) In the meantime, how's a person supposed to know?
Well, whatever. Time to get outta here. Have a nice night, y'all people.
