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[the_rck]

Something smells terrible in the kitchen. I don’t think it’s the trash because Scott took that out last night and we haven’t added anything that would do this in the time since. I’ve run the garbage disposal, and I kind of think that’s the most likely culprit because Scott tends to dump stuff in there and leave it and then pile dirty dishes on top. When I cleared the sink, I found some ancient broccoli, and I think that’s possibly the problem, but that’s mostly because I can’t think of anything else that it might be. It’s not likely to be the fridge, even though that needs cleaning out, because it hasn’t been opened in more than three hours.

Scott’s home this morning because there’s a planned power outage at his plant. He’ll need to leave soon, however, and we haven’t really been able to do anything because he ate popcorn last night and has been ill as a result. He’s basically been watching season one of Stargate: SG-1 and going back and forth to the bathroom. He had hoped to get a few other things dealt with this morning, but none of them happened.

I’m probably going to nap once he leaves. I woke up around 3:00 to take my thyroid medication and then didn’t really get back to sleep. Even if I fell asleep right after turning out the light last night, I still got less than four hours of sleep which is a lousy way to start the week.

Cordelia wanted me to walk her to school this morning even though she could have gotten there unassisted. It’s still a lot easier for her to have me take her viola to the orchestra room while she goes upstairs. She doesn’t want to take it there herself or to carry it up the stairs (it would get in the way of holding the railing).

Scott and I did a bit more Ingress last night while Cordelia practiced her viola again. We took back two portals and put resonators on some other portals that someone else from our faction had recaptured but not fully fortified. I stayed in the car the whole time, but Scott got out a couple of times.

I’m kind of peeved with myself because I keep thinking about wanting bubble tea. I like it a lot, and I’m used to having it once a week, but it’s not something that should merit this sort of attention or feeling of loss. I don’t know. Maybe I’m putting other things onto it as a symbol of something or another? I’m not quite as bad about wanting chocolate or anything else I’m not willing to spend money on. I think that part of it is that small things loom very large right now and have for the last year or so while so many big things have been going wrong and devouring my resources.

I still haven’t heard from either my mother or my father about when/if they might visit. I’m desperately hoping they won’t want to come at the same time as I’d have to put one or the other of them off. It’s been longer since I’ve seen my father, and it’s likely to be years before I have the chance again, but I want to see my mother more. She’s less exhausting and is generally a better human being. She frustrates me terribly, and we have very different opinions about certain things that happened when I was growing up, but…

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[daegaer.livejournal.com]

Dumping some baking soda down where the broccoli was may help get rid of the smell - ugh, mysterious smells are so gross. We had one at work for ages, where a section of corridor smelled of sour milk, with no evidence of milk at all. Vile!

[the_rck]

Done. I did some while just running water and some while running the disposal itself. I suppose I'll see how much it helps.