Scribbling on tablet is in order as that the weather is moving straight into the June-ish type of overcast weather. And also, lessons yesterday involved flipping people over the shoulder so I'm a bit sore still. Instead I have spent the morning grocery shopping and then scrubbing things with the music on. It is therapeutic.
The vegetable & barley soup is, even counting the cream of mushroom thing we had at our program retreat a few years ago, the most boring soup I've ever tasted. I think I'm done with soups for now, both because I've gone through main types and everything else just looks like variations of what I've already tried ("just add chicken" seemed a popular theme), and also because of the salt content. Canned soups have far too much salt. I need a break before my kidneys shut down in protest.
Have brought an artichoke. Have googled how to eat it. (Not very intuitive first because of the thorns and cuticle and I want to make a joke about palisade mesenchyme but will restrain myself.) I feel like I should crack open my plant dissection kit but the steak knife will have to do. The benefits of being a "grown up" means that, at least, no one will tell me not to play with my food.
The manuals are so boring. So. Boring.. I hope I highlighted the right parts as that half way through the pages I've stopped retaining the information and have started pondering the questions of recycling instead (it's more interesting, too).
Oh and the sudden heat wave the past week disagreed with my tape so a bunch of stuff that I decorated the walls with came crashing down at various points (the one that decided to come down in the middle of the night took years off of my life) and I'm too lazy to put them back up so they mostly ended up in the tube, with my neurosci poster. This, complete with the fact that I seem to spend an inordinate amount of time the past few months wiping dust off of things, has gradually led my place back toward a more minimalist (if you can call "cluttered with wires and papers on every surface" minimalist) style of decor. I understand why display cases are invented now. I will some day invest in one, though it is somewhat lower on the priority list than "books" and "shelves for the books".
Oh look, tea!
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