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Someone ought to open up a window
I have a second air conditioner. It makes earsplitting electronic noises any time you change its settings, temperature included, and I'm not sure why it needs a remote control, but it is in the living room window and therefore I can sit on the couch and type without heatstroke for the first time in weeks. I wrote this paragraph originally in all-caps and then realized that might make it a little hard to read, but that's how strongly I feel about this development. The main body of the apartment has been almost uninhabitable by me ever since temperatures spiked in late June and I really didn't relish the idea of living almost strictly at my desk until September. This is much, much better.
I had less luck in obtaining a protective case for my cellphone, since it's something like five years old at this point and I don't even think Verizon could replace it if it died. The Verizon store, the AT&T store, and Radio Shack all pointed me toward the internet. I shall begin this process tomorrow.
Because I was in Lexington for most of the day, I constructed dinner out of leftovers. A hot dog sandwich was exactly what I wanted to eat tonight. Then it turned out Berman's sells Green River Ambrosia's Ginger Libation, the ginger beer discovered at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
derspatchel's reunion that is not a spiky ginger-flavored soft drink but an actual fermented ginger brew, so I took a bottle back to Somerville with me for consumption in future.
(Same establishment also makes a mead called Liquid Sunshine, of which Rob and I had half a glass at Grendel's once for free, because half a glass turned out to be all they had in stock and the waitress felt bad for us. It was brilliant stuff. Not apparently sold around here. I am going to see if I can order any through Ball Square Wines. You could feel the honey-sweetness in it rebound.)
I feel physically like hell—all the throatsore, congested symptoms of a viral cold, plus some bonus exhaustion because I don't get enough of that in my life—but I am not, actually, in a bad mood at all.
I had less luck in obtaining a protective case for my cellphone, since it's something like five years old at this point and I don't even think Verizon could replace it if it died. The Verizon store, the AT&T store, and Radio Shack all pointed me toward the internet. I shall begin this process tomorrow.
Because I was in Lexington for most of the day, I constructed dinner out of leftovers. A hot dog sandwich was exactly what I wanted to eat tonight. Then it turned out Berman's sells Green River Ambrosia's Ginger Libation, the ginger beer discovered at
derspatchel's reunion that is not a spiky ginger-flavored soft drink but an actual fermented ginger brew, so I took a bottle back to Somerville with me for consumption in future.(Same establishment also makes a mead called Liquid Sunshine, of which Rob and I had half a glass at Grendel's once for free, because half a glass turned out to be all they had in stock and the waitress felt bad for us. It was brilliant stuff. Not apparently sold around here. I am going to see if I can order any through Ball Square Wines. You could feel the honey-sweetness in it rebound.)
I feel physically like hell—all the throatsore, congested symptoms of a viral cold, plus some bonus exhaustion because I don't get enough of that in my life—but I am not, actually, in a bad mood at all.