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It feels like there has been some good, some bad lately. Not to jinx myself, but the ants seem to have given up, yay! And the water meter project seems to be done on my street. I've written several days and am getting myself into the mindset of 'you enjoy this once you start doing it, just do it.'
OTOH, the air quality has slipped between moderate and variations of unhealthy for several days now, and what does the 'air quality is unhealthy for sensitive groups' even mean? It's not like that means it's healthy for non-sensitive types. As best as I can tell, it means 'non-sensitive types will not notice the damage being done to their lungs as much as sensitive types' and that sucks. So now I feel even more bubble-ish, with not just other people being dangerous, but the very air.
I had dinner with a friend who I hadn't seen in a couple of years, and that was good but emotionally complicated. There were reasons we drifted apart and I think we're just going to ignore them this time, which I guess is okay. We sat outside because of covid, though at some point, I realized the air had that nice smoky smell of a campfire, which probably meant it had gone into unhealthy. Damned outside, damned inside.
I've started going through all my stored boxes, purging, reorganizing, preparing to repaint my bedrooms. That's been both good and a bad. Many of these boxes have been packed up for a couple of decades, so I'm finding both sentimental 'omg, this is fabulous I kept this' things and 'what was I thinking, why have I stored this for decades?' and a weird struggle with other things, that it feels silly to pack it back up for another couple of decades (and maybe leave it to my niece and nephew to deal with) but also *wrong* to just dump in a charity bag. Purging is weirdly complicated and time-consuming.
We're going to see Free Guy soon, I hope it's as good as the trailers suggest. But first, I think I'll write a bit. This entry was originally posted at https://elayna.dreamwidth.org/319470.html. Comment wherever you prefer.
OTOH, the air quality has slipped between moderate and variations of unhealthy for several days now, and what does the 'air quality is unhealthy for sensitive groups' even mean? It's not like that means it's healthy for non-sensitive types. As best as I can tell, it means 'non-sensitive types will not notice the damage being done to their lungs as much as sensitive types' and that sucks. So now I feel even more bubble-ish, with not just other people being dangerous, but the very air.
I had dinner with a friend who I hadn't seen in a couple of years, and that was good but emotionally complicated. There were reasons we drifted apart and I think we're just going to ignore them this time, which I guess is okay. We sat outside because of covid, though at some point, I realized the air had that nice smoky smell of a campfire, which probably meant it had gone into unhealthy. Damned outside, damned inside.
I've started going through all my stored boxes, purging, reorganizing, preparing to repaint my bedrooms. That's been both good and a bad. Many of these boxes have been packed up for a couple of decades, so I'm finding both sentimental 'omg, this is fabulous I kept this' things and 'what was I thinking, why have I stored this for decades?' and a weird struggle with other things, that it feels silly to pack it back up for another couple of decades (and maybe leave it to my niece and nephew to deal with) but also *wrong* to just dump in a charity bag. Purging is weirdly complicated and time-consuming.
We're going to see Free Guy soon, I hope it's as good as the trailers suggest. But first, I think I'll write a bit. This entry was originally posted at https://elayna.dreamwidth.org/319470.html. Comment wherever you prefer.