Thursday, Progress Ahoy

Beloved and Adorable were unfucking their soon-to-be ex-residence yesterday. They're back here today to focus on unfucking the garage so we can move out the computer room so we can turn it into a bedroom so that people can move in.

I have ventured the idea that the garage can not only be nerd storage, but also space for spare fridges, freezers, and bulk shelf-stable foodstuffs.

We have a PLN.

It's just the other nonsense that tends to get in the way. Like my medical bullshit.

Turns out my recent sleep issues are because I've been having a very slow and steady asthma attack over the passage of some months. So slow I didn't spot it until things got real dangerous.

That's something I have to try to monitor in the future. Or get help monitoring. Whatever.

The finger oximiter is useless. The lowest I ever got on that thing was 96% so my options are limited to put it mildly. As it stands, I'm putting myself on the nebuliser every three hours and keeping track of what's dislodged.

I may yet need to be on antibiotics. Boo and hiss.

Time will tell, of course.

Onwards towards today's tale.