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delicious feeling shower
Tuesday, February 6 2018
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By this afternoon, I'd polished off the last of that big bag of injera, but there was still at least a pound of Indian food remaining in the form of both chana gobi and rice with lentils.
Though it wasn't especially cold outside (given that it's early February), it was feeling cold in the house, mostly because I don't run the woodstove as aggressively when Gretchen is away. To feel comfortable, I eventually took a hot shower, and it was about the most delicious feeling shower I've had in a long time.
Suitably clean, I snuck out of the remote workplace in the mid-afternoon to make another run out to the Hurley Ridge Hannaford. I had to get some things I'd forgotten to get yesterday: pre-packaged Indian food (whatever was vegan), non-dairy Ben & Jerry's icrecream (whatever they had), and a tray of not-fishy-nor-crabby California roll "sushi." Since it was in the prime business hours of the Tibetan Center thrift store, I went there as well, though all I found worth buying was a nice and tiny 12 volt/1 amp switching wall wart and a rugged USB extension cable (one can never have too many of either). When I make such errands as the one today and that one yesterday, I am compelled to bring both dogs. That way I don't have to wonder if they're breaking out of the recuperation fort and doing things to set Neville's recovery back by weeks or months.
I ended up working kind of late; a useful troubleshooting strategy had occurred to me on my northward drive on Dug Hill Road, and it allowed me to single-handedly accomplish something I'd been waiting on someone else to do. After that, a series of other accomplishments quickly followed.
Late tonight, I thought Ramona was off doing whatever she does in the night. So I stayed up waiting for her to come home. After an hour or so, I went around the house checking to see if she was actually indoors somewhere. But she wasn't in any of the usual places. It was too cold out there for her to still be outside after an hour and a half, and I became genuinely worried. But then I hear her head flap and the sound of her coming down the stairs. She'd been hiding somewhere upstairs, and I'll never know where.
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