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Inktober #4: Freeze
Oct. 5th, 2019 12:24 amI didn't have time to draw yesterday, nor did I have any good ideas for the prompt, but here's today's.
( Not exactly SFW )
( Not exactly SFW )
Oct. 5th, 2019
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Oct. 5th, 2019 11:30 pmToday's been a day.
Tammie and Chris are in Iowa to spend time with his father, who is recovering from surgery. I stayed home to dog-sit and such, and had big plans to accomplish some projects.
- I finished and posted my Podfic Big Bang 45k Thorki project this morning. YAY! (reveals 11/1)
- I have a bunch of fabric wall panels I wanted to install in my recording studio today, but they're in the storage unit. So when I was about to leave to go get them, I realized I'd need the key to the unit. Which is in Iowa on Chris's keyring. So no studio revamping for me today. BOO!
- The upstairs toilet seat has been broken for ages. We ordered a new one, and a bidet attachment thingie as well, but hadn't gotten around to installing them. So since I couldn't do my original project, I decided to do this one instead. Got everything nice and tightly bolted together...and it turns out the water supply hose to the bidet leaks. I tried everything to get it to stop, reattached it multiple times, with and without plumbers tape, no joy. I had to disconnect it completely. BOO!
- Then I decided to wash the dishes, as Tammie had requested a clean kitchen for their return. Ok, so I ran two loads through the dishwasher, and then started a sinkful of water for the items that don't fit in the dishwasher (which is a lot of stuff; we only have an 18-inch dishwasher). Somewhere in moving around the kitchen to collect dishes or a towel or whatever, I bumped my left foot against a bag on the floor. I didn't think much about it, until I happened to look down and see that my white and black striped sock was now red and black. The bag I bumped into contains several guillotine blades (the paper cutter kind, y'all, I am something of a revolutionary but I'm not Madame Defarge), and I had acquired a deep inchlong gash in the top of my foot. BOO! And also OUCH, though less ouch than you might expect.
- Since my partners are out of town, I had Rose call her father to see if he'd take me to the urgent care. He would, and he did, and two hours later I had four stitches and a tetanus booster. Not exactly yay, but certainly better than any alternative I've got.
Tammie and Chris are in Iowa to spend time with his father, who is recovering from surgery. I stayed home to dog-sit and such, and had big plans to accomplish some projects.
- I finished and posted my Podfic Big Bang 45k Thorki project this morning. YAY! (reveals 11/1)
- I have a bunch of fabric wall panels I wanted to install in my recording studio today, but they're in the storage unit. So when I was about to leave to go get them, I realized I'd need the key to the unit. Which is in Iowa on Chris's keyring. So no studio revamping for me today. BOO!
- The upstairs toilet seat has been broken for ages. We ordered a new one, and a bidet attachment thingie as well, but hadn't gotten around to installing them. So since I couldn't do my original project, I decided to do this one instead. Got everything nice and tightly bolted together...and it turns out the water supply hose to the bidet leaks. I tried everything to get it to stop, reattached it multiple times, with and without plumbers tape, no joy. I had to disconnect it completely. BOO!
- Then I decided to wash the dishes, as Tammie had requested a clean kitchen for their return. Ok, so I ran two loads through the dishwasher, and then started a sinkful of water for the items that don't fit in the dishwasher (which is a lot of stuff; we only have an 18-inch dishwasher). Somewhere in moving around the kitchen to collect dishes or a towel or whatever, I bumped my left foot against a bag on the floor. I didn't think much about it, until I happened to look down and see that my white and black striped sock was now red and black. The bag I bumped into contains several guillotine blades (the paper cutter kind, y'all, I am something of a revolutionary but I'm not Madame Defarge), and I had acquired a deep inchlong gash in the top of my foot. BOO! And also OUCH, though less ouch than you might expect.
- Since my partners are out of town, I had Rose call her father to see if he'd take me to the urgent care. He would, and he did, and two hours later I had four stitches and a tetanus booster. Not exactly yay, but certainly better than any alternative I've got.