Another meal apart
I fixed the dishwasher at the same time I cooked. It was a strange combination. It wasn't hard as much as it required different tools and there's the plug thing, bound to require a fix one day.
It looks like nothing happened today but there was so much from so many people it's hard to include much and I don't believe what could be the best of it. Time will tell.
I spent time on editing that was most of my skilled work, not that a certain handiness talent wasn't involved with the washer. I had set it up over several days so it was just going through the steps and figuring out pathways that I had long ago prepared for, perhaps that was the skilled part.
I walked the dog a couple of miles between rainstorms and rode my bike to the store for salad stuff I ate for dinner. If you tell the dead person you want it, I will put up a picture of the salad...perhaps I'll do it anyway.
So that is a quiet day, very quiet. I sang to the cats and the dog a bit while I fed them, listened to unsatisfying music while I walked, nothing can satisfy anymore, but other than that, it is like now. If not for the breathing of the dog I might well be in a tomb.
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