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   a procedure cats never seem to like
Sunday, May 16 2021
It was another beautiful day, and while Gretchen was off at the bookstore I fed myself peanut butter on pocket-free pita (Gretchen had made pita yesterday, but none of them had formed a pocket) and pieces of leftover turmeric cake (it was pretty good). I wanted to make some progress on a work-related data migration I'd gotten behind on, so I'd taken 150 mg of pseudoephedrine (as I often do on Sundays, Wednesdays, and Fridays), but (as always seems to happen) I found reasons to procrastinate. It all started with intermittant problems with the driver for Wolverine's gigabit networking hardware. I could've just plugged a WiFi dongle and been done with it, but wireless technologies tend to be somewhat unreliable, particularly when one is depending on Remote Desktop to operate the computer in question. (I eventually solved the problem by disabling both "Allow the computer to turn off this device to save power" and automatic sleep on Wolverine; probably doing the same would make WiFi more reliable as well.)
For dinner I had a leftover shish kabob that included a hunk of marinaded tofu and a hunk of marinaded tempeh.
I've continued to do small amounts of laboratory floor painting, mostly to thicken up paint in places where it seems thin. This evening I did such painting on the large patch of white under the table in the laboratory's southwest corner. As usual, I propped a painting over the wet paint to keep cats from walking on it (something they tend to do in new paint, since it tends to be in parts of the floor that had long been occupied by stuff, and they want to explore such new terrain). Unfortunately, the painting I used to shield the wet paint didn't quite cover all the wet paint it needed to, and Diane went directly for the small amount of exposed white paint. I grabbed her before she could make tracks outside the laboratory and took her to the bathroom to wash her feet off in the sink, a procedure cats never seem to like.


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