very little brain
Apr. 20th, 2022 09:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jazzfishThe Gathering was good: lots of people, lots of gaming. No particular highlights/standouts, I think, but no real lowlights either. Played most of the games on my "i am curious about this" list, determined that I do in fact like most of them.
It was also, unsurprisingly, a massive plague chamber. More people started wearing masks on Wednesday, after the first positive test reports trickled in, in the manner of a farmer barricading the door to the barn once the horse has vacated. I had a supply of KN95s and an improvised head-strap so I wasn't relying on the painful-by-day-three earloops, and I seem to have mostly done alright. Random symptoms coming and going (runny nose! coughing! irritable stomach!) but nothing persistent.
Until yesterday, when I woke up feeling run-down and possibly-feverish and woozy. Took a rapid test and got a negative result, but it's my first time doing a test on myself so I may have screwed it up somehow. I'll try again this afternoon. It's also entirely possible it's just a nasty head cold, of the kind I've dodged for the last couple of years. I'll chow down on Tylenol and clean out my CPAP bits this evening (meant to do that yesterday but, well, woozy) and hopefully that will help to shake it.
Moving-in continues apace. The bathroom is functional but requires a medicine-cabinet posthaste, or at least one of those racks you stand up behind/over the toilet. The bedroom is usable but I haven't finished setting up the bedside table. I am going to try rearranging the furniture in there: the current setup works but feels cramped, and I hope a different setup will feel less cramped and not sacrifice too much in the way of "works". I kind of want someone else to help me move things, though, and that's not happening until this weekend at the absolute earliest and more likely next weekend.
The kitchen is Organized, which is not the same as being unpacked. I need another shelf for one of the cabinets to put the tea on, and I need to unload the random condiments etc into the pantry, and I need to figure out a solution for a couple of pots and pans. It's mostly usable, though, so I also need to do a serious grocery run so I can stop eating restaurant food.
And of course the living room remains a disaster. I may have solved the bookcase problem thanks to Craigslist etc, but I still need to reattach the backs to the survivors, and move boxes so the bookcases can go against the walls that the boxes are currently against. Bah. I was hoping to get some of that done in the evenings, and I probably will, but the endless "move this here to move that there to move this over here" just feels overwhelming.
I am still annoyed at my movers. Jerks. This should have been ... not a non-issue but a solved problem by now.
I am finally reading Aspects and it is amazing and delightful and I am mad that there won't be any more. So far (halfway through) it is a deeply Fordian character study. It sparks thoughts on, o, friendship, and damage, and the ways close-knit groups shift and work over time. I may have to reread it immediately.
It was also, unsurprisingly, a massive plague chamber. More people started wearing masks on Wednesday, after the first positive test reports trickled in, in the manner of a farmer barricading the door to the barn once the horse has vacated. I had a supply of KN95s and an improvised head-strap so I wasn't relying on the painful-by-day-three earloops, and I seem to have mostly done alright. Random symptoms coming and going (runny nose! coughing! irritable stomach!) but nothing persistent.
Until yesterday, when I woke up feeling run-down and possibly-feverish and woozy. Took a rapid test and got a negative result, but it's my first time doing a test on myself so I may have screwed it up somehow. I'll try again this afternoon. It's also entirely possible it's just a nasty head cold, of the kind I've dodged for the last couple of years. I'll chow down on Tylenol and clean out my CPAP bits this evening (meant to do that yesterday but, well, woozy) and hopefully that will help to shake it.
Moving-in continues apace. The bathroom is functional but requires a medicine-cabinet posthaste, or at least one of those racks you stand up behind/over the toilet. The bedroom is usable but I haven't finished setting up the bedside table. I am going to try rearranging the furniture in there: the current setup works but feels cramped, and I hope a different setup will feel less cramped and not sacrifice too much in the way of "works". I kind of want someone else to help me move things, though, and that's not happening until this weekend at the absolute earliest and more likely next weekend.
The kitchen is Organized, which is not the same as being unpacked. I need another shelf for one of the cabinets to put the tea on, and I need to unload the random condiments etc into the pantry, and I need to figure out a solution for a couple of pots and pans. It's mostly usable, though, so I also need to do a serious grocery run so I can stop eating restaurant food.
And of course the living room remains a disaster. I may have solved the bookcase problem thanks to Craigslist etc, but I still need to reattach the backs to the survivors, and move boxes so the bookcases can go against the walls that the boxes are currently against. Bah. I was hoping to get some of that done in the evenings, and I probably will, but the endless "move this here to move that there to move this over here" just feels overwhelming.
I am still annoyed at my movers. Jerks. This should have been ... not a non-issue but a solved problem by now.
I am finally reading Aspects and it is amazing and delightful and I am mad that there won't be any more. So far (halfway through) it is a deeply Fordian character study. It sparks thoughts on, o, friendship, and damage, and the ways close-knit groups shift and work over time. I may have to reread it immediately.