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Good Sunday
May. 15th, 2005 06:16 pmGot up at a surprisingly decent hour, given what time I parted ways with Alsafi, Whisper, and Stormy last night. But it's a trick: I was forced. I'm covering for some folks at the zoo, which means some extra days and YAY MONEY. So I got up and went in to work today for just a few hours, to run an assay and take off again.
Had the lab to myself - very nice. Also, just running one assay was a piece of cake, given that usually I run two or three, more-or-less simultaneously.
Called Demonlet in my spare time, who was cleaning her kitchen with some trepidation. We compared notes: She was looking at dishes that had been in the sink long enough to rise up and declare independence; I was staring at a jar of something brownish and floating that was labelled "mucoid." We called it a draw.
Came home and valiantly volunteered to help Mom with yardwork. I was graciously assigned "the clean job", which involved trimming the azalea hedges down, and away from the sides of the dog yard and barn. (I'd barely begun before I decided that I needed a dust mask. Having just climbed out of the shower, I can attest that "the clean job" isn't.) MUAHAHAHAHA, my new best friend is the electric hedge trimmer. Go, me: I DID NOT BREAK THE POWER TOOL. Hedges tremble before my might! Stray branches fear me! I AM THE MASTER OF ALL I SURVE....
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...Sweet holy God, my arms hurt. A five-pound hedge trimmer weighs much more, after you've been at it for 45 minutes.
Now, my IPod and I go to veg in the hammock with a beer.
If I can lift it.
Had the lab to myself - very nice. Also, just running one assay was a piece of cake, given that usually I run two or three, more-or-less simultaneously.
Called Demonlet in my spare time, who was cleaning her kitchen with some trepidation. We compared notes: She was looking at dishes that had been in the sink long enough to rise up and declare independence; I was staring at a jar of something brownish and floating that was labelled "mucoid." We called it a draw.
Came home and valiantly volunteered to help Mom with yardwork. I was graciously assigned "the clean job", which involved trimming the azalea hedges down, and away from the sides of the dog yard and barn. (I'd barely begun before I decided that I needed a dust mask. Having just climbed out of the shower, I can attest that "the clean job" isn't.) MUAHAHAHAHA, my new best friend is the electric hedge trimmer. Go, me: I DID NOT BREAK THE POWER TOOL. Hedges tremble before my might! Stray branches fear me! I AM THE MASTER OF ALL I SURVE....
...
...
...Sweet holy God, my arms hurt. A five-pound hedge trimmer weighs much more, after you've been at it for 45 minutes.
Now, my IPod and I go to veg in the hammock with a beer.
If I can lift it.
