rolanni | Maintaining Time

What went before ONE: So, that was unexpected. I noticed that the clock in Steve's office had stopped, which--not unexpected; I probably hung it back there about a year ago, and it was likely time for a new battery, so I brought it with me out to the tech room,flipped it over and--

The battery had exploded inside the clock. Crystalized acid gluing it to the holder. So, now I need a new clock, and also some idea of why the battery exploded. But, definitely a new clock.

Monday, hey?

What went before TWO: Clock update.

So, I decided to try to rehabilitate the clock--for Science! And many thanks to Edward Green and Jeff Needham for the tip about using white vinegar, and Mary Carol for the emery board hack.

For those interested, the clock in question is a LaCrosse Technologies Atomic Time clock.

It turns out that I was at fault. As I was cleaning and refitting, I noticed something printed on the back of the clock in, like 8-pt black-on-black which says "Replace battery every nine months to prevent leakage."

I don't remember exactly when I bought that clock -- at Reny's, but I don't remember which one. Maybe Belfast. Probably Belfast. Anyhoots, it will have been before August, so I missed my nine month change-out. Which this clock obviously takes Very Seriously.

The clock is running at this time. I've hung it back in Steve's office, and made a note to replace the batteries in May.

...and back to work I go.

What went before THREE: Two thousand thirty four-ish new words written.

Time to find something to eat and maybe a glass of wine.

Everybody stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

Let's see...

Tuesday. Sunny and cool. Woke up at 5:30, but instead of getting up, I turned over and went back to sleep until 7. I would've slept longer, but the window was open and there were guys outside of it somewhere, having a Discussion over a background of I'm-backing-uuupp truck beeps. They're gone now, of course; looks like they were just coming together across the street so they could move to the real job site as a unit.

Trash and recycling still need to get out to the curb, but I've got time, and in my own defense, I did eat breakfast and start the dishwasher.

Trooper is chowing down his second can of gooshy food. I don't know what worked, there at the vet's, but something sure did.

My breakfast was the last of the tuna fish on a toasted bialy, with black grapes. I'll have my second cup of tea after I get the trash situated. Lunch will be the rest of yesterday's soup and a side salad.

Today's to-do includes one's duty to the cats, taking a smol walk, getting with what I wrote yesterday, and writing some more before I head out for needlework this evening. I'm going to have to stop at the grocery. I'm almost out of gooshy food.

I'm also going to have to figure out how to mix things up around here, so every day isn't the same as every other day. *That's* dangerous ground. I was mixing it up by going to gym three days a week, but I'm leery of gym nowadays because my back seems to go into revolt over nothing at all lately.

Well.

It rained overnight, but we could use more. Even lots more.

What's happening with you this morning?

Addendum:

My watch reports that I had a High Stress Period from 8:34 until, err, now. I'm counseled to rest. How strange.

So! The rescued clock is still keeping the correct time back in Steve's office. I'm taking that as circumstantial evidence that the new battery hasn't leaked. Yet, she added darkly.

Also, the new meds upset my stomach slightly, and I couldn't find candied ginger in the local store, which was a bummer. But, I did find, in Reny's of course, a jar of Chiver's Ginger Preserves, which is Sugar, Water, Ginger. I've been taking a spoonful of that in the morning, and it seems to be doing the job, and it tastes good, so -- win.

Has anyone else local heard that Uncle Dean's Natural Market is going to be taking over the Save-a-Lot space in the Concourse?

Also! What's going on with hotels canceling cons six hours after everybody's set up and running? Have contracts not been written?

For those keeping score: Trash and recycling are at the curb, and I'm drinking my second mug of tea. There may be a third mug of tea, because I'm feeling Just That Crazy.

Now to read what I wrote yesterday...

Rook pics from yesterday, when he was trying to talk me out of my yogurt. He did not succeed.