Writing from the land of the exhausted
Thursday, May 28th, 2009 08:30 pmGhod, She knows why I should be exhausted, but there you are.
Those who have been breathlessly awaiting news of the refrigerator defrosting project at the day-job will be pleased to know that I was able today to throw away the food that was in there (some of it having been in place for the better part of a year) and commence in with the business end of the thing.
Alas, in my innocence, I had assumed that I would be able to fill up the eensy ice cube trays with hot water and perhaps a cup or two and put them in the freezer to move things along.
The freezer is so ice-clogged that there is no room for a cup of hot water, and the eensy ice-cube trays are glacier-trapped. Using today's rate of melt as my benchmark, I'm thinking the fridge will be defrosted by about this time next week.
In other news, I have written, slowly, about a thousand words, and am now calling it a night. Tomorrow is Friday, for which I raise a faint but sincere, "Yay!"
G'night.
Progress on Mouse and Dragon
Those who have been breathlessly awaiting news of the refrigerator defrosting project at the day-job will be pleased to know that I was able today to throw away the food that was in there (some of it having been in place for the better part of a year) and commence in with the business end of the thing.
Alas, in my innocence, I had assumed that I would be able to fill up the eensy ice cube trays with hot water and perhaps a cup or two and put them in the freezer to move things along.
The freezer is so ice-clogged that there is no room for a cup of hot water, and the eensy ice-cube trays are glacier-trapped. Using today's rate of melt as my benchmark, I'm thinking the fridge will be defrosted by about this time next week.
In other news, I have written, slowly, about a thousand words, and am now calling it a night. Tomorrow is Friday, for which I raise a faint but sincere, "Yay!"
G'night.
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