Plague Diary

A 2230-post collection

Saturday, Wandering Down a Rabbit Hole

For literal years, I have been whistling a fragment of classical music to let the local birds know that I am distributing food.

Today I actually found out it was Boccherini's String Quintet in E Major, Op.11, No 5, III. Minuetto A very complicated name for some rather elegant music with a very whistle-able refrain.

Why did I need to know?

Because I think I taught the Magpie Mafia the same refrain.

This morning, monstered into delivering mealworms, the local Magpie flock followed me to the delivery zone and then, after the mealworms were scattered, sung Boccherini's String Quintet in E Major, Op.11, No 5, III. Minuetto to me.

I need a co-conspirator to record this shit. It was AMAZING.

Anyway, I shall endeavour to do something to the remaining floor scrattle in the spare room and take out various nonsense that I know is no longer good to keep.

And the normal proceedings will also be interrupted by a visit from the re-upholstery guy who's finally fixing some vintage chairs I've been entrusted with for some small collection of years. They will see actual use. And not from the cats. Where will they go? Somewhere in the front rooms.

I aim to get the story done at some point.

Friday, Sorting Treasures

I sorted through the last container of random things. We're down to floor scrattle, tall shelves and debate about varying material wealth left unseen in various corners.

No room for corners, any more.

I've reached the end of my ability to work on the Promptcast thing, so it's edit and then submit. With apologies for the brevity. Unfucking an entire house and making it ready for four people and a cat is... time consuming. Who knew?

But progress IS being made. Huzzah.

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Thursday, Almost Unfucked

I got a few things in the way, true, but they're reachable.

Meanwhile, my lovelies are rearranging the kitchen. This is just as much hell as you might imagine. On the other hand, I did get to turn the awkward corner near the cooktop into a one-stop hydration, medication, and caffeination station. I am taking what wins I can.

Fingers crossed, I get the entire spare room to a point of decluttered that my lovelies can take over.

Story when and if

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Wednesday... The Storage

I have sorted through The Pile(tm) and now there are two areas remaining in the spare room that need dealing with. I must clear a path to the built-in wardrobe, sort through the built-in wardrobe, then tackle the piles on the other side of the bed in there.

Working on the Promptcast thing at some point could happen. It might. I just need to get the important stuff done before I sit down to commit literature.

Needs must to be done.

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Tuesday, Leyland's Tour

Yes, I once more must forge out into the wilderness of Shopping and get supplies for my little darlings.

I also have the rest of the nonsense stored in the spare room to unfuck.

I have no idea if I can do all that, the daily tale, and finishing off my Promptcast entry today. I'll see what can be done with the spoons I have.

Time management and spoons management is a thing that must also be juggled.

I have until 10

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Monday, Disorganised Today...

I skipped out of unfucking yesterday. Minor depressive episode that manifested in the intense need for a nap. Understandable, since I've been doing a majority of rearrangements on my only and it feels like I'm the only person doing anything.

I know bloody well that there's rearrangements happening in Brizvegas as Adorable's crew are sifting through their accumulated scrattle with an eye to what moves versus what's bought new because that stuff's just a better freaking idea.

I'm gonna scoop up all

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Sunday, Stream Stuff

I'm moderating the story stream today, so that's four hours or so booked from my day.

Achievement: Recorded the last chapters of A Devil's Tale for Adorable.

Experiment: Attempted to mix Bird Crumble stuff and mealworms for Bird Cake. Results - the Magpie Mafia demanded proper mealworms.

I shall have to learn how to do bird food properly.

All the better to placate the Magpie Mafia.

Editing ADT has to wait until we can capture Luna, which allegedly gives me time to

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Saturday, Unfuckening Even Further

Achievement complete - sorting a literal cartload of books between keep, chuck, and donate.

Next on my agenda - The Pile(tm)

When there was no room on or under the desk for my culch, it spilled onto The Pile(tm). And then it became a dumping ground for Other Stuff.

I am going to have such fun [/sarcasm]

And then there's the cupboard of Memorabillia. Sigh. I don't know how much I'll be allowed to keep ;_;

Onwards and onwards...

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Friday, Even Mor Unfucken

There's a lot more culch than I thought there was. A situation not at all helped by the fact that I needed to go on a supply run that included a trip to find long warm socks and slippers so I can keep my fetlocks and toesies warm in the new Nerd Cave.

Which, you might expect, wore me the fuck out.

I am now rested and refreshed. My lovelies are awake and I don't need to fret about waking them. I

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Thursday, Even Mor Unfucken

I got the desk part of my craft corner cleaned off. Yay. Which means I have a space to put the sort boxes while I sift through the REST of the craft corner. Culch and SABLE, all sorted into separate categories and stowed safely away.

With every good luck, that will occur today.

It may cost me today's story. I need to do it so the fam can move in.

And at some other point, there will be construction going on, turning

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Wednesday, Mor Unfucken

Finally, we are tackling the SABLE in the spare room. To be correct, I am tackling the SABLE in the spare room. Making decisions about what to keep and what to chuck. Sorting them into storage boxes to go into storage until such time as I have a craft area again.

I'm also redistributing Useful Things(tm) to where they can actually be useful. I know. I'm as surprised as you are.

I am currently going through The Plan, which is:

  1. Sort
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Monday, Shenanigannery

The backup reads [or bitch and share] are off because AMitA's showrunner is having another meltdown. Self-inflicted drama. Showrunner and Council have a knack for casting the worst possible light on things.

What they repeatedly refuse to comprehend is that the folks the Council have cast as irredeemable bogeymen... are the people making the most effort to try and help AMitA.

I am procrastinating everything that needs must be done.

In the agenda today:

  • Powerwash the last quarter of the patio
  • Today's
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Sunday, Stream, Unfucking, and Conflict

I think the fam is tackling the spare bedroom today. Which contains absolute years of hoarding craft supplies. Which Beloved promised, once upon a time, that she would organise.

Some of my SABLE dates back to the 80's.

See yesterday's blog about emotional attachment to things I spent a lot of money on.

There's also my job of moderating the Promptcast story stream. Which may or may not be a thing because the aforementioned clearing of the SABLE. Which promises to be

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Saturday, Unfuckathon

Can't mod today. The fam has come to evict years of packrattus. It's only now, hours after they arrived, that I have had the chance to sit and type anything about it because I also need the nebuliser.

I've been throwing out a lot of stuff I spent a lot of money on, but turned out to be useless. There's also been a huge amount of technoscrattle unearthed from the packrattus of ages.

My back hurts. My feet hurt. I'm almost certain

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