fixed it

( technical details about what was wrong and what I did about it )

That process took most of the day, and once done and the results typed up, I've only 568 new words for my thesis, and another 7 tables/figures referred to. Not as many words as I'd hoped to write today, but at least I didn't have to leave the "tried ten paths, none worked" version of the paragraph in the thesis, but instead can say "tried 12, this one works". (only more eloquently, and with all of the details of what and why, of course!)

Time for yoga and bed!

fixed it

( technical details about what was wrong and what I did about it )

That process took most of the day, and once done and the results typed up, I've only 568 new words for my thesis, and another 7 tables/figures referred to. Not as many words as I'd hoped to write today, but at least I didn't have to leave the "tried ten paths, none worked" version of the paragraph in the thesis, but instead can say "tried 12, this one works". (only more eloquently, and with all of the details of what and why, of course!)

Time for yoga and bed!

Eewww

One of my housemates keeps a couple of hens (or "chooks" as they say here in Australia). Lovely things, sweet, friendly, and I really like the part about having fresh eggs available to cook or bake with. However, he's been letting them out of their pen to wander freely about the back yard recently. This is very good for the chooks--gives them more interesting things to look at, lets them supplement their store bought diet with fresh growing or crawling things that they find in the yard. However, they have not been taught to return to their pens when they need to relieve themselves, and instead leave their messes wherever they happen to be. I don't spend a lot of time in the yard, so ordinarily wouldn't mind. But this weekend baronsnorri is off at an SCA event and asked me to feed the girls while he was gone. Sure. No problem. Easy to do, put half a scoop of food into their dish, twice a day.

This afternoon, as I was about to sit back down at the computer after a short break away, I noticed something brown and squishy looking on the electric blanket on my chair. I looked closer. Ewww! How did that get there?! Ick! Checked the back of my legs, and yup, sure enough, more of the gross chicken-droppings there. Have I mentioned yet that I'm very, very squeemish? I managed to get some hot soapy water and cleaned the blanket, and managed (just!) to not lose my lunch when removing the ick from my jeans with a piece of toilet paper and giving them a preliminary scrub in the sink. They are now in the washing machine, and I'm back at the computer, just a bit uncomfortable with the thought that some of the droppings managed to flick onto the back of my leg when I was in the yard earlier, and not at all convinced that I want to say "yes" the next time they need feeding when he has to go out of town. That yard is dangerous!

Eewww

One of my housemates keeps a couple of hens (or "chooks" as they say here in Australia). Lovely things, sweet, friendly, and I really like the part about having fresh eggs available to cook or bake with. However, he's been letting them out of their pen to wander freely about the back yard recently. This is very good for the chooks--gives them more interesting things to look at, lets them supplement their store bought diet with fresh growing or crawling things that they find in the yard. However, they have not been taught to return to their pens when they need to relieve themselves, and instead leave their messes wherever they happen to be. I don't spend a lot of time in the yard, so ordinarily wouldn't mind. But this weekend baronsnorri is off at an SCA event and asked me to feed the girls while he was gone. Sure. No problem. Easy to do, put half a scoop of food into their dish, twice a day.

This afternoon, as I was about to sit back down at the computer after a short break away, I noticed something brown and squishy looking on the electric blanket on my chair. I looked closer. Ewww! How did that get there?! Ick! Checked the back of my legs, and yup, sure enough, more of the gross chicken-droppings there. Have I mentioned yet that I'm very, very squeemish? I managed to get some hot soapy water and cleaned the blanket, and managed (just!) to not lose my lunch when removing the ick from my jeans with a piece of toilet paper and giving them a preliminary scrub in the sink. They are now in the washing machine, and I'm back at the computer, just a bit uncomfortable with the thought that some of the droppings managed to flick onto the back of my leg when I was in the yard earlier, and not at all convinced that I want to say "yes" the next time they need feeding when he has to go out of town. That yard is dangerous!

getting sleepy

Here it is, not even 7:30pm yet, and I'm already sleepy. I've only done 515 new words on the thesis and referenced 4 new figures/tables, but I'm going to shut down the computer now. baronsnorri will be home soon from the event, if I'm lucky we can go for a walk and I'll get to hear about the fun I didn't have whilst accomplishing stuff this weekend. Perhaps after that I can get some more work done this evening, or, failing that, get some sleep and approach tomorrow refreshed.

getting sleepy

Here it is, not even 7:30pm yet, and I'm already sleepy. I've only done 515 new words on the thesis and referenced 4 new figures/tables, but I'm going to shut down the computer now. baronsnorri will be home soon from the event, if I'm lucky we can go for a walk and I'll get to hear about the fun I didn't have whilst accomplishing stuff this weekend. Perhaps after that I can get some more work done this evening, or, failing that, get some sleep and approach tomorrow refreshed.