Door replacement Day Two

The Long Back Yard:

Where are we? Tuesday! Trash and recycling are at the curb. The weather ghods spent all last night loading the outgoing clouds with snow, and are now sweeping the spilled flakes out of the warehouse and into the downward breezes.

Breakfast was a cheese muffin and an orange. I'm on, like, my third mug of tea.

The lads have not yet arrived. The cats are letting me know that they much prefer this, and did I know that the door to Steve's wing is closed? (Actually, they've opened it twice now, but they can't quite manage the door to Steve's actual office. Thank goodness for double-sealing.)

Questions from yesterday, which I saw, didn't answer immediately, and now can't find.

QUESTION ONE: Would I consider coming back to COsine?
Honestly, I loved Colorado, and had a good time at the con, but I've put a moratorium on both conventions and long train trips for right now.

QUESTION TWO: "What's a Black Knight?"
Many years ago, the internet put forth a medieval village populated by people according to their Myers-Briggs type. According to the conceit of the webpage/game, Steve was the Benevolent Despot; I was the Black Knight. Which at the time generated quite a discussion on the Friends of Liad list about how this was a perfect pairing. If the smile didn't convince; the sword surely would. A quick look-around doesn't locate that particular website. FWIW, I'm INTJ.

Funny story: Way Way back in time (pre-Steve, which in truth is Way Back), I applied to be a college student. Because I was coming from a non-standard direction, and seeking a non-standard curriculum, I had to talk with a Guidance Counselor and Take Tests. The Guidance Counselor was cute. as. a. button. He had a nice voice and a British accent. And he was friendly. Remember these plot points.

So the tests -- an IQ test and a Myers-Briggs; take them home and bring them back before our next meeting, so they can be scored, and we'll talk about your aptitudes at our next meeting.

Next meeting arrives. My tests had been scored and the results placed in my file, which my poor Guidance Counselor had obviously failed to look at before our meeting, and so my heart was broken.

He visibly paled. Looked at me. Looked at the folder. Flicked a couple pages. Looked back at me. Cleared his throat. Folded his hands on the desk, and said, "Well! These are Quite Interesting."

Turns out the tests had revealed me for Very Smart and also?

An axe murderer. Or, as I prefer, a Black Knight.

. . . I think that's it. If you asked a question and I haven't answered you, please ask it again in comments and I'll try to be more mindful this time.

On today's to-do, I need to call the vet and schedule Tali in for her three-year distemper shot and her physical. I'm also hoping to sit with the WIP. I don't think I'll be going out this evening. I'm sorry to miss needlework, but I'm already tired and the exciting part of the day hasn't started yet.

So! How're y'all doing today?

Aaaaaand done!

Sounds like the lads are packing up. I hope they haven't forgotten that they have some furniture to move.

In other news, UPS has changed the delivery date of what I assume to be a box of paperback Diviner's Bow from today (when it is not snowing) to tomorrow (when accumulations will be between 3 and 5 inches), because, yeah . . . I'm really over UPS dumping boxes of books into the snow and against the door, but I can't seem to instruct them to put it in the garage unless I become a Premium Member for $19.99.

In coon cat news, Rook has retired from the stairs to the basement. Tali is still on top of the bookcase in the bedroom, and Firefly -- is seeing ghosts. She seems perfectly comfortable with this, and I'm kinda jealous. I'd like to see comfortable ghosts. Just sayin'.

I should eat lunch, but I'm pretty much guaranteed to be interrupted, so I'll hold off until I can get the crew sorted.

Tali has an appointment at the vet in mid-February, which is in the middle of the January shot and the March physical.

I've been poking at the WIP, and put back in +/- 5,000 words that I had pulled earlier, now that I know that they (1) belong in this story and (2) where they go.

. . . and they didn't forget. I can go back this afternoon and get the desk back in order. And there was much rejoicing.
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And that's a wrap. I'll need to put up curtains again, but for the moment, we're good.
The stuffies are back where they belong. The computer is online. All I need to do is move my files and I can go back to work tomorrow morning. I can see the curtains are going to be a challenge, but Imma call today a victory.

All righty, then. The WIP now weighs in at +/-111,050. I may have already said that, but better said twice than not at all.

The cats have done a Thorough Inspection and pronounce the Safe Room Acceptable. Firefly seems to be in Transports re the new windows. Honestly -- she fell on her head and showed her belly to the window and purred so loud Rook went over to see What Was She Getting?

Coon Cat Happy Hour has happened, only a little early, and I have a glass of wine to hand, but it occurs to me that, absent breakfast, I may not have had anything to eat today. Better fix that before too much wine is had.

It's looking like I'm going to have to install miniblinds or...something in the new doors, because the new trim is of a -- waves hands -- different configuration than the old. We are now well into territory of which I wot not, but!

I have doors that the winter wind does not howl through, and UV coating and gee they're pretty. I'll figure something out. Later.

It's looking like our snow will be on the overnight, with 3-5 inches expected. South from here, they're looking for maybe 12 inches.

I? Have no place to be. My plans for the next couple days are to write, to read, and to bake a loaf of bread. Maybe two loaves of bread. Yes, I do know it's Christmas, and I have had some people Look at me and say, "But what will you do?" And what I'll do is what I do. I have mentioned before that Steve and I often did not "do" Christmas, because, in later years, we often had a book due at the end of the year, or in January, so we were working, with maybe a half-day or a slightly fancy meal. Depending, yanno, on how late we were.

On that note, I'm going to go find something to eat.

Everybody stay safe. Have a good evening. I'll see you tomorrow.