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Jul. 13th, 2017 09:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckThe mail app that came on my phone and that I gave up on in 2015 in favor of the Gmail app decided yesterday that it was going to try again to send a bunch of messages that it failed to send in 2015, mostly photographs (and some of those photographs of my radiation burns being sent to doctors). Naturally they went out (although I *think* the attachments didn't. I hope). I'm boggled by this since the program has done nothing for almost two years. I thought the program was completely non-functional but apparently not.
I have now disabled it by deleting its access to my Gmail address and password.
But why would it decide at 10:11 a.m. yesterday that it should activate itself? I wasn't doing anything with the phone right then.
The power came back last night while Scott and I were at his PT appointment. I tested, sometime in the middle of the appointment, by calling to see if the answering machine picked up. No power means no answering machine, so when it started playing the message, I knew we had power.
We ended up going to Bob Evans for dinner, and all had 'broasted' chicken. I probably shouldn't have because I ended up with a little trouble with reflux a couple of hours later from the chicken skin and the oil in whatever they put on the chicken skin.
When we got home, Cordelia and I went in and started emptying all the meat out of the fridge. There was rather a lot of it because Scott had bought some stuff on sale the last time he went shopping. I also threw out some things that should have been pitched weeks ago. I kept Scott's lunch meat because the stuff is made so that it won't make you sick if you leave it in your desk for several hours between getting to work and actually eating it. A little time in a fridge that was slowly warming isn't likely to have gotten through those preservatives.
The resulting bag of trash was heavy enough that Cordelia refused to try to carry it to the bin. I considered splitting the contents, but that would have involved touching some nasty stuff, so I lugged the bag out there myself. I had a bit of trouble getting it high enough to get it into the bin, but I managed.
Scott, meanwhile, was buying some replacement groceries to get us through until we can do the weekly shopping on Sunday. (Normally, it would be Saturday, but we will be out from about 10:30 in the morning until who knows when in the evening due to our nephew's graduation party.)
I slept really badly and ended up giving up on the c-PAP after a couple of hours. I woke with a headache that I still have after food, caffeine, and Tylenol. It feels sinus-ish (which probably explains the c-PAP giving me so much trouble last night. If my sinuses were already cranky, blowing air through them that way wouldn't improve matters at all). I spent a lot of time trying to find a comfortable position, and other things kept happening to wake me.
I'm a little frustrated with Scott over bedtime. He keeps bitching about how he never manages to get to sleep any earlier, no matter what he does, but, you know, he doesn't ever change anything about his routine. I'll tell him at 10 that he really has to make his lunch and get ready for bed. He doesn't move from the couch. At 10:30, I tell him again and get all my bedtime preparation done. Once I'm in the bedroom, I write or read until he comes in. At that point, I'm in the middle of something but would stop if he asked. Instead, he watches TV show episodes or YouTube videos until I decide to turn out the light. Then he complains about how very late it is and how he should have gone to be at 10.
I don't think it should be on me to be entirely responsible for when the light goes out, given that I don't have to be up in the morning. I tend to keep working because he's not shutting things down. That makes me figure that he's in the middle of something and doesn't want to stop. I won't be able to sleep until he shuts down his laptop, so I might as well get something done.
I've told him that he can tell me when he wants/needs the light off, and when he closes his laptop and puts it away, I generally have the light off less than five minutes later (and most of that delay is me taking a trip to the bathroom). I may work for a bit longer on my phone if there's something urgent or if there's some reason I can't sleep, but I can keep the light from getting to him.
Today is Cordelia's first shift volunteering at the library. She'll be downtown. I think the job is sorting prizes requested by people playing the library's summer game. Cordelia has ordered some stuff herself. She's supposed to be there an hour from now, so I expect she'll leave soon.
I have now disabled it by deleting its access to my Gmail address and password.
But why would it decide at 10:11 a.m. yesterday that it should activate itself? I wasn't doing anything with the phone right then.
The power came back last night while Scott and I were at his PT appointment. I tested, sometime in the middle of the appointment, by calling to see if the answering machine picked up. No power means no answering machine, so when it started playing the message, I knew we had power.
We ended up going to Bob Evans for dinner, and all had 'broasted' chicken. I probably shouldn't have because I ended up with a little trouble with reflux a couple of hours later from the chicken skin and the oil in whatever they put on the chicken skin.
When we got home, Cordelia and I went in and started emptying all the meat out of the fridge. There was rather a lot of it because Scott had bought some stuff on sale the last time he went shopping. I also threw out some things that should have been pitched weeks ago. I kept Scott's lunch meat because the stuff is made so that it won't make you sick if you leave it in your desk for several hours between getting to work and actually eating it. A little time in a fridge that was slowly warming isn't likely to have gotten through those preservatives.
The resulting bag of trash was heavy enough that Cordelia refused to try to carry it to the bin. I considered splitting the contents, but that would have involved touching some nasty stuff, so I lugged the bag out there myself. I had a bit of trouble getting it high enough to get it into the bin, but I managed.
Scott, meanwhile, was buying some replacement groceries to get us through until we can do the weekly shopping on Sunday. (Normally, it would be Saturday, but we will be out from about 10:30 in the morning until who knows when in the evening due to our nephew's graduation party.)
I slept really badly and ended up giving up on the c-PAP after a couple of hours. I woke with a headache that I still have after food, caffeine, and Tylenol. It feels sinus-ish (which probably explains the c-PAP giving me so much trouble last night. If my sinuses were already cranky, blowing air through them that way wouldn't improve matters at all). I spent a lot of time trying to find a comfortable position, and other things kept happening to wake me.
I'm a little frustrated with Scott over bedtime. He keeps bitching about how he never manages to get to sleep any earlier, no matter what he does, but, you know, he doesn't ever change anything about his routine. I'll tell him at 10 that he really has to make his lunch and get ready for bed. He doesn't move from the couch. At 10:30, I tell him again and get all my bedtime preparation done. Once I'm in the bedroom, I write or read until he comes in. At that point, I'm in the middle of something but would stop if he asked. Instead, he watches TV show episodes or YouTube videos until I decide to turn out the light. Then he complains about how very late it is and how he should have gone to be at 10.
I don't think it should be on me to be entirely responsible for when the light goes out, given that I don't have to be up in the morning. I tend to keep working because he's not shutting things down. That makes me figure that he's in the middle of something and doesn't want to stop. I won't be able to sleep until he shuts down his laptop, so I might as well get something done.
I've told him that he can tell me when he wants/needs the light off, and when he closes his laptop and puts it away, I generally have the light off less than five minutes later (and most of that delay is me taking a trip to the bathroom). I may work for a bit longer on my phone if there's something urgent or if there's some reason I can't sleep, but I can keep the light from getting to him.
Today is Cordelia's first shift volunteering at the library. She'll be downtown. I think the job is sorting prizes requested by people playing the library's summer game. Cordelia has ordered some stuff herself. She's supposed to be there an hour from now, so I expect she'll leave soon.
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Date: 2017-07-14 03:59 am (UTC)Something that might be worth trying if you haven't: "I can wrap this up pretty quickly at any point. Please let me know when you are ready for lights-out."