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Stamen of Flourish
Aug. 14th, 2025 08:05 pmThe crankiness continues. I theoretically had a fair amount of sleep last night, but it was portioned out in segments, thus: went to sleep at 11:30, woke up at 1:30, 3:30, 5:30, 6:30, and then woke up again and got up at 7:30. I visited my doctor, or rather, her NP, who is very nice and very elegant looking, to consult about my blood pressure, which has been quite out of hand lately. She decided that doubling my amlodipine dose would be a good first strategy. I had decided that myself, and considered just doing it, but thought I probably should be good and get medical approval first. So now I can do what I was going to do anyway, but I won't catch hell for it. I hope it works.
I supposedly had a meeting to go to tonight, but apparently our leader mixed up the schedule, so the meeting had to be cancelled. Thank goodness. I'm so glad. It has recently dawned on me that we're trying to create a bureaucratic solution to a problem that is not in nature bureaucratic. It's a natural human thing to do, but it depresses me. I was going to cook something, but the Sparrowhawk suggested buying a chicken and some green beans instead. We had some rice made already. We ate those things, and it was just right.
The plumber is coming back tomorrow, so in theory I should clean my bathroom until it's shiny and put away everything that might be in their way. But in practice, I'll do what I did last time they came, which is to maybe clean the sink and then stuff any untidy objects into the closet and shut the door. The theory was that I'd take everything I put in the closet last time and put it where it belonged and mend it and so forth. But in practice I will do what I did last time, which was to leave it in a heap in the closet until some future date when I get around to it. I hope I will actually fix everything before I die, but sometimes I wonder. My time limit gets closer, while the Dream of a Perfect Order, as my friend the Nonesuch calls it, continues to recede toward a hazy horizon.
I supposedly had a meeting to go to tonight, but apparently our leader mixed up the schedule, so the meeting had to be cancelled. Thank goodness. I'm so glad. It has recently dawned on me that we're trying to create a bureaucratic solution to a problem that is not in nature bureaucratic. It's a natural human thing to do, but it depresses me. I was going to cook something, but the Sparrowhawk suggested buying a chicken and some green beans instead. We had some rice made already. We ate those things, and it was just right.
The plumber is coming back tomorrow, so in theory I should clean my bathroom until it's shiny and put away everything that might be in their way. But in practice, I'll do what I did last time they came, which is to maybe clean the sink and then stuff any untidy objects into the closet and shut the door. The theory was that I'd take everything I put in the closet last time and put it where it belonged and mend it and so forth. But in practice I will do what I did last time, which was to leave it in a heap in the closet until some future date when I get around to it. I hope I will actually fix everything before I die, but sometimes I wonder. My time limit gets closer, while the Dream of a Perfect Order, as my friend the Nonesuch calls it, continues to recede toward a hazy horizon.
