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[the_rck]

Half of the laundry has been put away. I still have to bring the towels up from the dryer and fold them and shove them in the cupboard. The dishwasher is running. Not all of the dirty dishes fit, but I got as many in as I could.

Scott and I are having ceiling fan wars. He maintains that it is horribly cold in here, and I maintain that it is horribly hot. The fans help a little bit for me, but they make things unbearable for him. I have no idea how to compromise on this one if we want to be in the same room. Scott wants to to do a bunch of things outside today— mowing the lawn and cleaning the car are definite. I can’t remember the rest of the list. Maybe that will mean I can have the damned ceiling fans on.

For now, I need to find something reasonable for breakfast. All I’ve had so far is some pita chips, and that’s not sustainable. I’m just both afraid of eating the wrong thing and setting off the IBS again and tired enough that almost everything feels too difficult to manage. I really, really wish I could eat eggs.

Comments

[retsuko]

If he's cold, can't he put on a sweater/jacket?

[the_rck]

You'd think so, wouldn't you?

[maramcreates]

I feel your pain.

We the same issue at our place, but we've managed to convince those that get cold that they can wear more layers, whereas those that get hot can't get more naked.

[the_rck]

I'm really hoping that, when I get rid of this compression pad, I won't overheat quite so badly. Right now, I'm wearing more layers than I would normally. I'm hoping that a cotton t-shirt will be less sweat inducing than a tricot nightgown with a thick foam pad over it.

But I may end up having to spend a lot of the summer in the basement because I don't think we can afford to cool the house to the low 70s when it's over 90 outside. I guess I'll have to compare the living room with the ceiling fan going with the basement as it is.