Wed Mon Mar 18

My bad this morning: a mindless movement of the left hand knocked over my mug of hot & black even before my first sip. Instead of peace and quiet I uttered a bad word and took the next few minutes to clean up including turning off the power bar it splashed down onto. Brewed a second mug, and back now.

Fortunately and making this goof-up easier, I had already, last week, relocated my sty from the living room window by the Bay to the Beck Avenue room, which doubles as my office study den and Joe's bedroom when he comes to visit. It's an interesting room, with pictures and all my cars. 

Also, my bathroom is in here. It's the most shivering cold room in the apartment when the air conditioning is on, the most cozy, as this morning, when the weather outside is cold enough to have the heater on inside. 

Old Mr Safety here tries to learn from every mess-up, now's lesson is to be more mindful when moving my hand in a dimly lit space. As well to be careful where I sit my mug down: I think I'd set it down precariously half on and half off the book my laptop sits on to raise the keyboard for easier typing and the screen for better viewing. 

Along with that, our spring 2026 pollen episode has me almost disabled with unrelenting coughing and sneezing, Mr Snuffleupagus himself. And when I sat back down after cleaning up the spilled coffee, nausea came on announcing a syncope event, my first in a couple of weeks.

Tasl for today: prepare and sous vide for tomorrow, the round roast I bought yesterday. 

Up dark early, too early. The atomic clock in front of me shows 5:59 AM, I'm going back to bed for my morning nap.

RSF&PTL

T90

pic: ship slipping past 7H early yesterday morning